Venus Gave Me Furs

She wrapped them around me,
Mistress casting me out in the cold,
A savage beating left me breathless,
But she still tried to keep me warm.

Don’t deserve the tenderness as tears stream down her face,
The years replaced by all of this current pain,
Plain to see that somewhere in the agony is ecstasy,
As she presses herself next to me and makes me promise:

Not to take to beating up myself,
Because unlike I, she is worried about my health,
But no one knows the held-down deep-seated hatred I hold in my heart,
Not for anyone else,
Craving my own departure.

And still she wishes me well,
My own little pocket of Hell,
Caught in the limbo between Book and the Bell, Candle,
On life, can’t seem to get a handle,
Every breath drawn is another great battle.

Took mantle off though I knew the cost,
Tempered love in steel but all that labor’s lost,
Tossed caution to wind,
Though to my chagrin,
The apathy fills up my cup to the brim.

The future is slim,
Brimstone burns mind’s fleshy filament,
She gives me her furs, makes me swear to stay vigilant,
Says to stop pillaging the threads of my tapestry,
But despite what she gets from me,
She’ll find her own path to be happy.

It doesn’t include me, not truly,
Though she claims,
The cold and the pain are all part of the Great Refrain,
That my own slain form would be a spear in her own side,
But she would not mourn Iong and I’d just be a lover who’d died.

Venus gave me furs,
She wrapped them around me,
Mistress casting me out in the cold,
A savage beating left me breathless,
But she still tried to keep me warm.

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