Posted by fomentality on September 24, 2004 at 15:44:54:
His fingers sink into the depths
Within the warm and throbbing walls
The sweetest pain inside the chest
And in his hand, he holds it all.
Stained with the blood, drunk with the soul
His palms become home to the heart
Numb with the loss of self-control
Left only to feel what his hands start.
A puppeteer, my dear, he is
A marionette, my strings to pull
Even so, yanked limb from limb
Into his hands, I leave it all.
Like One other, body blessed but broken
Too, for the sake of sacrifice
For love—and though I’ve been forsaken
I’d gladly again, for his hand in mine.