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Your gentle touch, the swell of your hip,
and your evening companionship.
Oh my sweet lover, joy of my night,
you make my life maddeningly bright!


If you cast me out,
I would live, if only to
rebel against you.
And if you tried to kill me,
I would grieve for you
but I wouldn’t show mercy.
And if, after that,
you treated me with kindness,
I’m not sure I would trust you.


If you called for me,
I’d take to the road for you
and walk through fire.
If you made a home for me,
I’d take up my sword
and strike down a god for you.
If you bored of me,
I would open up my chest
and then trouble you no more.