warriors

House of Heart

I offer the Nape of my neck
to the caress of your  blade.
I am the shadow I demand
you adore.
Press  your lips to the arch
of my throat where melodic
songbirds plunge to their death.
Bring  your gallows and knives,
your sword at the ready.
I will  pierce you with serene eyes
as deeply as love will allow.

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