You know the last thing he said was
more weight and then his ribs broke
bone dagger stuck his heart
organs burst and his skin split
blood spilling from his
defiant mouth
I think it was admirable

I have heard
that all women are witches
and sow a little magic in the paths
they take to their lovers’ homes.

Given the choice of
or crushing
how would you dispose
of me?

You liked your hand
around my throat
but also
you liked your body
pressed on top of my body.
You loved me breathless

Build me a pyre
on the way I took to you.
Make it as an altar
heaped with flowers
fragrant oils
and sweet wine
and like a burnt offering
to the old god
swathe me in flames
your beloved
your darling
as I beg only
my love
more fire.

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