You Bury Me
My eyes are now deep-sunken black.
They lack the light of their virgin love.
And you in your first days of passion!
My cheeks are sponges, lined with red,
Beneath my patient skin all love's burning hearts have bled.
And you in your first hours of passion!
My lips are cracked like sea-riven rock......
My skin is holed......
And you in your first minutes of passion!
My heart, salt-heart, great bitter lake
Can take no more of the harsh wind of your empty love,
And you, taking the glass from my broken hand, bury me.
