the fate-bird of our ruin

i am no thief.
i do not abide thieves.
i will not house
covetous feelings
in my heart
for longer
than it takes
to have your mouth
on mine.

i steal nothing.
i will not tolerate theft.
i cannot touch one single patch
of warm, faithful skin
unless you bare it
willing and freely
to the zing
of my finger.

i do not want.
desire leads to suffering.
i think nothing of that heat
in your eyes
until it's clamped
round my thighs
and i've fallen prey to
the fate-bird
of our ruin.