Oh my joy, let me kneel before you
and cover your coveted petals
with butterfly kisses.
Beloved, your pleasure is my due
marked and sealed by metals
covering thy riches.
Madonna thy light has blinded me
and I blame my foolish heart
for the devastation.
My Goddess, I hope the devil’s glee
upon flaying me for my ill act
will be your satisfaction.
My love, I plea for your kind mercy
as the blood flows out of veins
in a steady current.
Dearest, I was unable to stop the fury
from tearing the frail chains
and cutting the serpent.
