In the eyes of that sinner

I search for the divinity.

Hands crawling on skin,

Skin crawling with heat.

I beg for his touch

He begs for my love,

And through his lips

I hear a muffled cry.

He rips his heart out,

Lays it at my feet,

And no divination

Had ever felt so sweet.

I pick up the flower

Dangling from my hair,

And tuck it in the hole in his chest

Now, we’re fair.