This loveless cathexis,
this restless sex is
merely dependence,
a means that is endless.

The saints all must sleep
and the prophets must play,
but I deny both in
this bed I have made.

For I am no war bride,
I am no silent pet,
and the language I speak
she has not learned yet.

I am much to judicious
to accept all the reckless
pretext of instinct in
this loveless cathexis.

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