The dark lady waits for me
In her cathedral on the sea.
I will come dressed up as Satan.
I will kneel upon one knee.
I will cry a cry like Hamlet
When he first saw Hecuba.
I will bow down at her feet
Betwixt Sodom and Gomorra.
I will find a paradise
In her lovely lotus prism.
I will bring her my self-portraits
And enjoy her masochism.
I will try to hold her smile
As it slips between her thighs.
I will try to wriggle free
When I'm submerged in her green eyes.
I will crumple her all up
As she tries on three dimensions.
She will claw me like a cat
Unloosing all of her contentions.
She will witness my forced laughter
And she'll follow it with tears
That I will catch inside a bottle
That will age for many years—
Yes: I'll catch them like a Pan
Plucking, measure for measure,
Ripe fruits from an orchard
That I'll keep as pirate treasure
In my old dusty cellar
(For that's where I'll pine),
And drinking my wine.