TO HER COY MASTER

If I had more lives in time

I could you chase in all my prime

Wasting hearts on all thy lovey crimes

With trippings in all your hurty slimes

I could shed a river full of tears

And sit on all the hurts and fear

As your words hold knives and in me tear

And live through all your words of queer and your hurty sneers

I could gauge out six eyes

To keep my sanity and get many dyes

To change my hair and force all my hearts to stand your lies

And will still call your name until my last life dies

But here we are with a life to live

Play with it and none revive’

I only chase you and I have no life

I go into the grave and my yearnings will not survive

Please hold my hands and let us wine

Hold my waist and let us dine

Let us fly to the cloud of nine

And let me know you’re completely mine.

By amoafowaa