Sweet Mouth

My God! Is that blood? All over thine sweet lips?
And is that darkness in thine sweet eyes where light doth once dwell?

Oh sweet child of the earth, sweet woman of my heart,

What hath thine done mine woman?

As the Zephyr shakes mine house to the ground and rain lashes with a scornful hate,

I  see thee and find the woman of my heart

Crouched in hellish ecstasy.

Oh angels and stars and the space between the clouds!

Crouched o’er a body with no heart,

and blood on her sweet mouth.

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