Scoundrel. Rogue!
Merciless thief to steal my heart
And go your way once more.
More fool I, for waiting
Here--anticipating your return.
(return my thief)
Gods forgive me for chains
Of passion have made me slave.
Your touch that binds as no chain
Could… kisses that brand with
Pain filled ecstasy!
Come my love, claim your slave.
Release me in your love.
March 15, 2002
What a coy love poem. It is wonderful!
Starward