Heroine

Soon I'll fill a casket,
Carry me to my grave.
Asleep in cradle of earth
They can only say I was brave.

Sin titulo.

What slipped from my lover's lisp
was an enamored tongue,
furred and booted, stood regal
before me.

My lover brings to me
fingers wrapped in silk and gold,
which wrap which melt
around my shoulders

And drop me in the tide,
so that I might find the way home.

My lover is nothing of the forest
nothing but the full flame we ourselves
extinguish.