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R/R/
here's my neck: cut it
you'll need a lamb to sacrifice
on your altar
- gods demand blood.
here's my mind: take it
shatter it, raise your empire
from my ruins
- gods demand change.
here's my body: take it
use it, sink your teeth into it, claim it
as your own
- gods demand devotion.
here's my heart: grab it
eat it, tear it apart, swallow it
whole
- I've found religion.
M/L/
He took her into his arms again, using all his strength to be gentle, and let his lips touch hers so lightly he could hardly feel it.
* * *
And my hands are not clean, maybe they never will be. But they can still carry you home when you are ready to sleep.
W/W/
A glimpse through an interstice caught,
Of a crowd of workmen and drivers in a bar-room around the stove late of a winter night, and I unremark’d seated in a corner,
Of a youth who loves me and whom I love, silently approaching and seating himself near, that he may hold me by the hand,
A long while amid the noises of coming and going, of drinking and oath and smutty jest,
There we two, content, happy in being together, speaking little, perhaps not a word.
W/S/M/
Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.
H/J/
I’m yours for ever–for ever and ever. Here I stand; I’m as firm as a rock. If you’ll оnly trust me, how little you’ll be disappointed. Be mine as I am yours.