Love Letters Not Addressed To Me
that's not addressed to me
than being Misery's company.
What good are devotions designed
without my goddesshood in mind?
They're not fit for my possession,
nor worthy of bleak obsession.
As for your ballads, sonnets, odes
about long walks down country roads:
Unless my hand was being held,
it's still not my name being spelled.
The faces that stuff my lockets
are planets inside my pockets.
And, in each, I have complete rule
over the life of a lovestruck fool.
But love letters not addressed to me
do have a place in my city:
a special place in my home which sits
at the bottom of fire pits
to keep my castle nice and warm
during each winter, every storm;
A place where all existence kneels
beneath the soles of my boot-clad heels.
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