Sing to me in that scared tongue,

All understanding, but never comprehending. The unsung words, silent at first, but skillfully hidden. In your work of heart.

Appeal to my wants in that gentile dialect,

Take my hand and lead me to a new place. With words paint me your favorite things, Tracing an image riddled with details.

Send me your thoughts in each verse,

Send my mind wondering with syllables. Floating in sweet nostalgia with passive and call me back with a refrain.

Show me the stories held in your toils,

Hidden under your skin in each sweat drop. Take me beyond the earth, unravel the stars. Take me under, unearth the mantle. Pull me away and bring me home.

Call a parley, captivate with skill,

Hold us in a symposium with double entendres. Explain to your friends and whisper me your meanings. Keep me panting, draw me to the slaughter.

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Make it quick.

Unsheathe your sword, sever in twain. The bonds between man and blood.

“A duel to the death!” I cry. For a release from under your spell.

Play me your music and watch me melt.