She whilom whaled me
with all the worship’s wildfire
she spoke a carnivore language
her words lanced me
overleaf my wroth desire
and on her tallest whispers
my excoriated love
voluptuously skidded
on hymeneal harms of fire.

say when
say when to stop
my cutlass rives deep down your clough
should I relent my love so rough?

But she would wrest my soul midstream.
Forthwith her undercurrents had it refilled.

Reeve me aloft
reeve me alive, undying captor
as it were to decipher
I’m nothing but your foredoomed lifer.