I know you think badly of me
For my ravishing, voluptuous, lascivious nights
I know it is not love, but
I think the fence is beautiful
I think vicious, vapid lust is beautiful
I admire its purity
I admire its integrity
I admire all that is bold and brazen in this world.
And when I float down the stairs
With kisses on my thighs
And knots in my hair
I feel beautiful
Believe me, my friend, I know what it is to be used
I know what it is to be betrayed and abused
Not by them
By you.
My lovers have loved me well
Only if for a night
But my friends
My honest, honourable, patient friends
The ones I would cross oceans for
Do not even walk over puddles for me
If my body be sacred, like
The cathedral on 8th Street
A thousand men may enter me
And I will still have my sanctity
But there are other things that break much more easily
Do not give what is holy to the dogs
Nor cast your pearls before swine
Lest they trample them under their feet
And turn and tear you in pieces.
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