Love Me Harshly

Their words, all their words were Satan Every thing a sin. Call mighty triumphs Did He give you sight? Or tell you only words were of use? I see now.. He cut off your hands And now verb is something that is only Spoken. Do something, do something You feel as though you have no way to reach I know.. I know you do.. sometimes I feel like that too But, your hands gracious as they are Generous—able to touch, feel, give and take Have forgotten that though time has a fickle mistress Whom she fucks on the side minutes Between hour marks, for whom does that bell toll? Yes, yes though time does indeed carry on As do the actions of your hands Though they are gone.. Touch me, breathe me, let me feel Show me, throw me, fuck me between the tolling, Rolling bells… that may ring on the hour Let me be that.. Let that hour be me And if it is I pray God will intervene in this mess That has been created under the eyes of redness Let him say, time stands still Let your bell toll Let it to me As mine will to you And time cannot do sin any longer The mistress has died Not in vain, never in vain Only in the beauty of her pain Of her lover loving no one else But I. Selfish I am not, for the power Is not unto me, just as it is not unto you Or the red, or the white Only the greenish blue of an ever rotating sphere We live by the Sun We live by the Moon