the blade I wield slithers
like a serpent in my hand
yet bites not my enemy
ascending in spirals
cleanse me with the lustre of thine eyes
the sand in the hour glass burns at both ends
maiden your name is desire
curse not yourselves, lest you will
not hear the disgustingly euphonious voices
let me sleep through this insomnia
kiss me with your crudely crafted spears