would that feathers were fierce enough to slice through your brittle brown skin
would that words were hot enough to cook your raw red heart
and you would break and you would break and you would break

would that your image would die as fast as your passion for me did.
would that the second hand of time would slice you off my clock
and I would forget and you would break and I would forget

would that she were not so soon and merry from your bed
would that she were not so soon and gripping your once hand
and she would break and you would break and I would soon forget

would that you were sexless and bodiless in my heart
would that you were blunt, old, bland and tired and discarded
and I would heal and I would heal and I would heal

would there was no she
would that was no he
would that so hurts me