Pluck me a melody from the sinews of your heart—
own Orpheus; private poet,
sing me your soul.
Tell me you’ll give me adoration, heavy—
more than mine arms can carry,
I promise I will dance for you like
I promise I will strip for you like
but for the low, low price of
one true sweetheart.
Pluck me a melody from the sinews of your heart
when I wake up bathing
own vomit, cos I gone and done it
over the love of a lyre.
© Kindra M. Austin