I would that the stars would snuff out one by one, that some one would fill the cracks in the sky so heavens light did not sneak out through the rents in heaven's fabric. Starlight would no longer incite me to wish wishes so filled with want that my very soul ached even I spoke them.
I would that poets had no inspiration, that words would cease to be, no rhythm no words that spoke the coil of feeling hiding beneath my sensible gaze. No words to inflame my senses, no enrapping spells of rapture.
I would that music would cease to be, no low intimate strains, grandiose waltzes leaving my arms aching to find shoulders they fit. No rhythms I felt with my hips and drums that moved my toes.
I would that He had made us in twos like matched throwing daggers, with even surer aim to finding our mate. That I was not always walking and fighting great wars, that a strong arm would hold mine, a warm embrace would take me home and this one would finally see
I would that I hadn't this want, that a merciful hand would reach inside me and swiftly suffocate this appetite which is now a hunger pang starvation
Murder my desire and blind my longing that I may finally find peace. .
I would that all was still.
I would that all was still.
