Atropos
On a thread how I hang
from the finger’s sinew
my name nothing but slang
hidden in your menu
Oh master, oh master
how I sing your keen name
your tongue leaves court plaster
as your eyes rip and maim
I shout into the wind
and watch the words float by
perverse ears that rescind
a love that’s gone awry
from your aloof finger
how my bruising neck sways
how my yearning lingers
legs will not turn away
Your want my desire
my desire your bliss
your bliss to set fire
I, those flaming red lips
I wish I could conjure
philters for you to drink
my concoction is but
poison turned to black ink
Soon the master will sell
their useless pawn, a slave
I will answer your belle
until the ocean waives
Rolling salt filling lungs
in the abyss I lay
left for the fishes tongues
Atropos’s shear’s prey
