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 about 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 [bad word] flesh 
Christendom rise a 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