Aztec Priest (Lyric) by Jill Stockinger
My love is dark and beautiful
My love is haunting strange
My love is an Aztec priest
With offerings of pain.
He holds my heart within his fist
My chest bleeding from the thrust
Of his sharp black obsidian knife
In fulfillment of his blood lust.
Somehow I still walk and talk
And engage in life quotidian
But often view his disdainful face
With guilty fascination.
Someday I’ll reclaim what’s mine
Though he lifts it so triumphantly
My heart beating in his sweaty grip
As he walks so blindly past me.
This blindness I do plan to make
Permanent, in revenge to fit
His crime, for I now have a wicked knife
And I’m learning how to use it.
My heart now back where it belongs
His rage has no power to move me
I have placed his eyes in a marble bust
And I smile upon them daily.
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