(jann castor, 18th of December 1997)

...You cannot escape your soul.

PROMISE

I might lose everything
even my teeth.

I can go far beyond
following your myth.

You're a Muse and a Whore
that I came to love.

I could stop all my prayers
if you loved me enough.

Come, lie down with me
I will give you my soul.

Shhh... be quiet now
Let's not let our angels fall.

I am here and forever
cross my heart, hope to die.

I will grace your shadow
with the grace of mine.

copyright  Jann C. Castor  © 1998