Beautiful Wounded Bride

Sep 27, 2008 - 13:46 PM PST

My body is yours lover
My soft skin yours to touch
Mine eyes look only on your form
My lips part for yours

But if you do not trust me dearest
Do what you must to settle your fears:
Remove my tongue from my mouth
So that I may not talk to another
Pluck out my eyes from my head
My gaze shall linger nowhere else
Cut off my hands and my feet
Creating withered limbs
So that I may not betray you
I would rather die than cause you pain
: I will not stray

But now there is no way for us to speak dear
And I shall never look on your face
My caress with not know yours in return
Yet I am faithful and steadfast to you
Everything I am remains yours

Though I am weak here
I hunger and thirst for your love
But I cannot find it
I tire from this fast
Where have you gone?
I have not heard your voice for a time
Must I fend for myself?
Must I search for other forms of substance?

Hollow out my chest
Of my heart
So that I will not betray myself
My love seeks so willingly
Best you be here to guide it
So that my aching body will remember you
Speak to me love
It is the only thing that keeps me sane

But you cast me from your sight
Throwing my body on hot coals
What have I done to upset you so?
Be you not glad to have the prize?
To have the woman others desire?
I am yours alone
Why do you treat me so?
My vacant chest longs to be filled
But you no longer pour yourself into me
Must I seek for something else?
Shall I commit the crime you are punishing me for?
Just to sate the emptiness?

I am yours lover
Body and Soul
Know this
And come back to your wounded bride