I.
Make me the liquid by your vase contained
Make me the clay that you would shape and mould.
Make me the puppet by your wish ordained,
The shadow and reflection of your world.
Make me the memory of your smile when this is fled.
The glimmer of your tear befor they fall.
The sigh suspended from a kiss
Conceived and born in your heart’s inmost core.
Let me be the music that your fingers play.
The instrument beneath your singing hands.
The echo of your voice, the midnight of your day,
The eddy following your soul’s response.
For, Love, I would be patient beneath your brush;
Distinct and yet united, we two at last.
II
I shall not yield although he storms my castle.
I shall not kiss him back although I tear my heart.
I shall not let sound of his pestle
Pounding at my soul break through the mask I wear,
Betray the frigid treachery I dare.
I shall not let his seeking hands cares me.
He shall not touch this jet-black hair that is maine.
He shall not see the prayer of eyes misty
With hunger, beggared yet unpleading, nor find
The initiated breast’s pubescent line.
The moon will set, but he and I will never each other.
Chained to a vow once made,
In numb despair I shall deny him answer
And turn away: virtuous, pure and... dead,
III
On one another yet we shall in time
Set eyes, and I my sweet revenge shall gain,
For muffled tears that fell like prayer rain
To still the clamor of a bell that chimed
Relentlessly within my haunted mind.
For all the humiliated shame that died
Over my love so ruthlessly denied
By your unfaithful heart of stone,
I’ll find a brand to sear your memory,
Away to torture you again with sighs of lips
You well remember and of breasts and hips
Whose feel you knew but lost.
I only pray the vengeance that upon your soul I lay
Will not redound and break this heart of clay.
Make me the liquid by your vase contained
Make me the clay that you would shape and mould.
Make me the puppet by your wish ordained,
The shadow and reflection of your world.
Make me the memory of your smile when this is fled.
The glimmer of your tear befor they fall.
The sigh suspended from a kiss
Conceived and born in your heart’s inmost core.
Let me be the music that your fingers play.
The instrument beneath your singing hands.
The echo of your voice, the midnight of your day,
The eddy following your soul’s response.
For, Love, I would be patient beneath your brush;
Distinct and yet united, we two at last.
II
I shall not yield although he storms my castle.
I shall not kiss him back although I tear my heart.
I shall not let sound of his pestle
Pounding at my soul break through the mask I wear,
Betray the frigid treachery I dare.
I shall not let his seeking hands cares me.
He shall not touch this jet-black hair that is maine.
He shall not see the prayer of eyes misty
With hunger, beggared yet unpleading, nor find
The initiated breast’s pubescent line.
The moon will set, but he and I will never each other.
Chained to a vow once made,
In numb despair I shall deny him answer
And turn away: virtuous, pure and... dead,
III
On one another yet we shall in time
Set eyes, and I my sweet revenge shall gain,
For muffled tears that fell like prayer rain
To still the clamor of a bell that chimed
Relentlessly within my haunted mind.
For all the humiliated shame that died
Over my love so ruthlessly denied
By your unfaithful heart of stone,
I’ll find a brand to sear your memory,
Away to torture you again with sighs of lips
You well remember and of breasts and hips
Whose feel you knew but lost.
I only pray the vengeance that upon your soul I lay
Will not redound and break this heart of clay.