Once

I know not how long
I have lain in this bloodied field, nor
how long you have held me.

You, who I once envied,
From beneath the lowest stone,
Looking up at you in your glory tower,
though I towered over your curly head.

You, who I once derided,
From my throne of power,
Sneering down at your eager hand,
Though I did not even deserve your esteem.

You, hold me in the withering moonlight,
in my last desperate hours,
In an embrace I tell myself
Belongs to the arms of a lover.

Will you,
Just for a moment, once
kiss me as a lover might, give me
those soft, sweet, kisses I have missed.

Please?


Happy St. Valentine's Day