Musings of a Paramour

Musings of a Paramour

If I ask you to paint me in colours,
Wash away not, the dull grey from my life.
If I wish for a halo on my head
Snap not my horns, so I may slip to hell.
If I ask you for a handful of stars,
Be sure to put out the sun, so it’s dark.
If I yearn for a dance under the sky
Refuse me not, but make a bed of thorns.
If I wish to feel waves beneath my feet,
Drown me in love, where I can hardly swim.
For you may cloak me in blooms, and let me-
Be the virtuous goddess for a day,
But by night, I’ll be a fallen woman,
Slipping through the cracks to darkness again.
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