miyako73
01-07-2014, 08:15 AM
If I could choose my martyrdom-
Yes, my death in this coldest hour
When fingers could not touch and warm
Quivering toes and ice-cold soles-
I would sing in loud falsetto,
Wet my lips, and mime welcome pecks,
And you would never mistaken
My breath for a dying engine.
If I could choose my tormentor,
My eager executioner,
I would want you-yes, only you-
Who had left me a while ago
To catch the last Iberian train
And see long valleys and white hills
While gulping beer by the Ebro.
If I could choose you, my demise,
I would lead you to my innards,
My stillbirths-unformed and unborn-
Before giving you my torsos
And my limbs for your fervid tongue
And deadly bites nothing could stop.
Yes, my death in this coldest hour
When fingers could not touch and warm
Quivering toes and ice-cold soles-
I would sing in loud falsetto,
Wet my lips, and mime welcome pecks,
And you would never mistaken
My breath for a dying engine.
If I could choose my tormentor,
My eager executioner,
I would want you-yes, only you-
Who had left me a while ago
To catch the last Iberian train
And see long valleys and white hills
While gulping beer by the Ebro.
If I could choose you, my demise,
I would lead you to my innards,
My stillbirths-unformed and unborn-
Before giving you my torsos
And my limbs for your fervid tongue
And deadly bites nothing could stop.