Haggle

To a Harsh Mistress

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.

<exhale>

(Oh so desperate now!)

Please…will you call again?