give me bones of salt
that I may trap you in my arms
give me teeth of iron
that I may bind you with my words
give me a heart of stone
that I may seal you within me
so we can never
wife slumbers in peace
between us the curled cat purrs
I am no princess
but I spend each night in a strange land watching you dance
and wake each morning exhausted.
This is no fairy tale
but I would prick my finger on a thousand spinning needles
to lose myself in your curse.
We will have no happy ending
but at the very least we will be together
at the end.
in my dreaming
in my waking
every day every night seeking hunting l o n g i n g
that will cease this awful impulse
make me whole, let me rest
but I just keep