Tags: im_not_going_to_hurt_you

kissing a moose

I'm not going to hurt you

I'm not going to hurt you;
I promise to bend and break you,
soul and mind,
I will be grey days and blister-giving sun
I will be anything and no-one.

How could I hurt you?
(Who gives a snake when asked for an egg?
Only the most high God
the mystery, the mountain
holy He).

I will twist and prise, shock, strangle, suffocate.
I will wrestle. I will give you joy and bedside grapes
to tread and burst.
Your mortal wounds
are My wings.