Would they have burned me as a witch
if I told you carelessly
moments before draining the wine glass
body screaming at highest pitch,
«Come, be my fairy-queen’s obedient ass
donkeying away mercilessly
my every wish-abiding thought,
bonding, despite our different class»?
Indulge me, in your web I’m caught,
flying about you lustily,
I know I’ll die in your embrace
moments before they cast my lot.