A Waning

You are what I’ve wanted at the closest
At the furthest away
When I was bound by compass marks
You engaged me in the tallest grass
With the tines of a savage wreath
(Oh, my savagery, my savagery!)
And in the convalescence
After my heart was flayed
Divorced in a thick of thorns
And then began to heal
You peeled open my wounds…
And I cannot accept Your offer
Lover, I ache to
But I cannot accept Your offer