Beloved

How many times will I look at you?
 Allured by the scent of your death
 And the savage priests, to a suffering soul
 Exult in a strangled song
 I am soothed from anger into sorrow
 As they knot their wreaths against my limbs
 Help me understand the stench in my mind
 Why do they impair our vision?
 Can anyone taste my blood?
 I have clung, quivering, with bruised flesh
 Christendom rise and dress yourself
 What delicious tears you've made me shed
 Beloved, how many times I look at you
 With suspended breath, and unguarded heart?
 Like a cradled child you hold me
 (With hysterical affection, to console this loss)
 Beloved
 Their semblance of love curses your beauty
 In the blindness of my distress
 In your dense black eyes
 I see your silent grief