if he dares
catch the eye of another
dare he step a foot
of hers in mine
mine that built?

if he dare call another
as his own

i would do all that i can
with the bare of my hand
to shred every piece
of her soul
every piece of her
to the point of
nothing

he would run a knife
through my chest, drag
my carcass to the dawn
of my day
before I'd say yes
to anything less
than his love,
for me



but.

but if i loved her
and her me
I'd gladly
drop a coat
over the pool of his blood
and step over the corps of his life
with my heel in the flesh of his heart
and the Palm of her hand
in mine

at the end of my day
my creature will be danmed,
my slate, smuged
but i'd swear
over the stain of my blood
on the canvas of my heart
no,
not even then
would i take anything less
than his love
for me

or mine
for her