Mid December Mistress

Beneath the stars, two naked bodies writhe,

Wind-driven, attacked by fierce heavy rains

With burning passion, sent howls to the moon

Young souls escaping bitter yesterdays

Desires only of better tomorrows,

An empty vessel here now lost in time

Incautious, No cares for another day

Once the world spit you out, live for tonight!

This be the end of the square, seek not love

She carries anguish, Mistress thee now know

Wast not she the fair Maiden I once wast?

Her heart turned stone but a season ago

Taketh all of me but taketh with heed:

I am not yours, by morning I must leave!