Perhaps then
my words were crude
and my gestures rude

Perhaps my compassion,
my affection, contused

As apologetic as I was
the world was raised
between us

With my shoulders broad,
and head held high

So mysterious I was then
so convoluted my intention
must have seemed
no matter my sweetness
at that moment
I knew my kiss meant nothing

I yielded to you
and you miserly convicted me
albeit, I refused my tongue

My damage had been done,
and yours was still to come,
still, the millstone was gone.

So, I present my chest
unprotected
for you to welt blue
and perforate
with multiple stab wounds,

you do what you must

for you to come undone.