"Be bold, be bold, but not too bold"
An act of light, the love I gave you,
blinding prudence with scintillation,
And you bade me follow you home.
The road to hell is paved in white stones.
Moonlight shrouds the red
of tooth and claw,
Like a well-drest beast.
You pawed at me in primal ravening,
Pinned my wrist beneath your hunger,
which was my right, and all you left.
The remains of other affairs mounted above your mantle,
Wedding bands still attached to hands;
A grim chiromancy.
But girls go on without hands, heels, tongues:
we endure and escape to bear witness,
if only in drops of blood along the path,
calling to those who would not be victims.