Darling, I will fetch a thimble
to sew you a necklace fresh with tongues,
to match the flame upon your crown -
broken, gnarled, bursting with light.
I have loved you
for so long.
When we met my feet twisted with lavender,
and I was yet to feel shame.
I knew not the dove\'s corpse
betrayed by corvidius kin.
So drown me in in Narcissus\' lake
where the gull
caws my name