Than leave you a plaything
In the hands of a little God,
I’d rather have you
Once, twice, three four five
Six seven eight nine times.
Till your desire for me
Is either aroused or given
An equal permanency with mine.
You, me — who are the
Beasts of civilization,
The heat-driven agents
Of a false morality.
We deny each other with imperfections
In the abstract we call Loyalty.
“There’s only lust in you”
The old mirror speaks back to me.
“And there’s more in you?” I, wry, retort.
These metallic objects dollying reflective glass,
When they speak like Plato, just let them pass.
And on the day you hold me
Against your breath — and tell me
“Let me fuck you or give me death”****
May we carry our conscience in a sealed packet
And drop it some place quite unknown to us.
**** alternative line
“Let me have you or give me death”