Antonia Three

Before you came for me, who carried your light, bobbing on the sea, they say it isn't you, in whispered prayers at night, do they know the truth, somewhere at my feet, I lose all the signs, am I supposed to believe, even with the news, a power beyond my sight, am lost without virtue, lust is a bitter feed, it always asks me why, is there something to glean, by howling at the moon, words fall ill at ease, some mask an open tomb, it gapes at my knees, will you wait this time, if you could only see, how lovely is my smile