Haggle

Each dim dark year,
As conquered sphere burns,
I quiver from
your cold cascading caress.

I whimper,
"Thank you,"
My defiant belov'ed;
For memories of what once were.

Your crystalline tortures,
unique and sharp,
Cut me as they lash
Sanguine tender flesh.

Stoking,
Stroking
Fires within…
transfixed
ogling
I yearn,
I beg,
I must know…

"Will this be
your swan song?
Our last dance?
Whenever will you go?"

not yet…
please

Me, I pray.
Yet…
My heart hastens:

To barter,
To plead,
To deny,
And always never to accept.

I need you.
stay
I miss you.
don't go
Please.