My love is dark and beautiful My love is haunting strange My love is an Aztec priest With offerings of pain. You hold my heart within your fist You pulled it out with one mean thrust Using your curved obsidian knife To satisfy your blood lust. Yet somehow I still walk and talk And pretend to life quotidian And behold your visage from afar With guilty fascination. Maidens fair will always view tormentors so, And lust for what's forbidden. "Be careful what you wish for" Is a lesson oft unheeded. Someday I'll reclaim what is mine- My heart held high, triumphantly Still beating in your sweaty grip As you walk so blindly by me. A blindness that I plan to make Permanent in every sense For I have got a wicked knife And am learning how to use it. I sit and carve the live-long day In soapstone and in marble. I am so good at rendering eyes Some swear my staues "sighted." Revenge can be so very sweet As I take my knife in hand. Now my heart is back where it belongs As I carry out my plan. Your howls of rage and searing pain No longer have power to move me. I've placed your eyes in a marble frame And I smile upon them daily.