What was it you promised
to keep in you, for me?
What was it you promised
a flame, a law, a key?
What was it you promised
in the half light of that room?
What was it you promised
to keep sacred for your groom?
Some tightly clutched virginity
some glance into infinity
some deeply hooded treasure
some harbor filled with pleasure
some glance in to the future
each stinging stitch, each suture
some ecstasy empathic
some prayer so pornographic
some stark and bare admission
of the naked lovers crucified in the 69 position.
A mistress? a whore? a slave?
A cruel and final reading from the tarot of the depraved?
To take me flesh to flesh
in the biblical way
beyond the light of places
where the cowled men do pray?
To call on me in my hovel
to make me beg as I so long to, to make me truly grovel
A promise spoken in fire and slime,
a lovers vow performed in mime.
To call my name when you come even though you don't know it-
to pay me my debt even though you don't owe it
What was it you promised me that night?
What was it you promised
as I labored to adore you?
What was it you promised
as I was on my knees before you?
What was it you promised
as my lips first touched the wine
What was it you promised
as my tongue found your words, not mine
A new skin for the shedding?
the rumor of a wedding
to be martyred by beheading
to display your bloodied bedding
in the streets of your submission
or not to ask permission
for your sins of grave commission
to rouse me from remission
to splay and lay, resplendent
to protect your independence
from the ghosts that fascinate you by the purity of their want
the depravity of their whisperings, the temptations which they haunt
to disregard the maiden aunts who gather close to warn you
and to leave your handless husband and come to California
to bite me and to scratch
to be my perfect match
to stimulate my mind
to do your best work from behind
a promise in a whisper
to let me kiss your blisters
to be the ghost of these long nights, alone in my room
to be my naked muse and my shining path to doom
What was it you promised me that night?
And what, please tell me what
For the love of God, please tell me what
As you left, in the rain
Just your smile hangs in the dim light of this restaurant
As you slipped into that cab
And hissed away from the kerb
And left me to hunger and yearn
What was it I promised…
What was it I promised…
What did I promise you in return?