A Darker Song

<a href="https://www.deviantart.com/taratjah/art/Sizzy-551479398">Sizzy by Taratjah @ dA</a><br/><br/>after Cassandra Clare<br/><br/>Call love a violent act or, else, a lie.We whisper tenderly, elicit lust,an oxytocin dream that makes us flyuntil we&#8217;re falling eating sand and dustand bloody teeth. We sacrifice ourselveslike lambs for Abraham. We bring the knifeand bronzen bowl, no gore or ghastly smells,we die so beautifully, husband and wife,us fathers, daughters, sons. Love is a cursewe write upon ourselves. I walk awayit&#8217;s better that than waiting for the hearse.I own myself, my body, and the wayI stand: two shoulders square against the worldthat only spun. Until you made it twirl. <br/><br/>Get full access to Sonnets &c. at <a href="https://zjppoetry.substack.com/subscribe?utm_medium=podcast">zjppoetry.substack.com/subscribe</a>