her choice

I took my seeds and placed each into
the crucible of her womb
all were burned away except the one
the one that was you, my dear one.
my pretty one.
my love, oh my love.

I took my light and wisdom and
in the pestle of her soul
crushed it with my mortar
until the dust was you, my dear one.
my pretty one.
my love, oh my dearest love.

I took my future and placed it into
the hearth of her womb
and I was warmed and full of the love
that was you, my dear one.
my pretty one.
my love, lost and torn away.

that was me, my dear one.
my pretty one.
my love, oh my love.