Lust for an Old Lady

I'd chain her to the bed
if only I owned worlds and time
to rule the passions of her mind
the will to kindle
errant ways
the best of all
our fuck filled days

I'd drown her cats
who plead and whine
burn her church
degrade the shrine
where ragged curtains
shield the blind
from dogs that fade away

I'd dye her hair
a screaming blue
pluck figleaves
bust the last taboo
bump heart attack with 69
and spank her when she prayed

Instead she frets
her secret sighs
tokes frail Hail Marys
never cries
confounding love's immortal ties
to feed the starving in our eyes
two careless ankles
set aside
no clack of beads
can sway