Whatever Makes You Mine
On a hill by a church
One warm summer day
I saw a man with a child living,
In his eyes; but he couldn't say
What he saw in the world,
What he wanted to claim;
He couldn't say the truth,
Could never say my name.
My chest is your grimoire,
My tears are your wine;
Go ahead, kill the animal
If it makes you more mine.
He wanted to own me,
To gather me close;
Wanted every sunrise thing,
But could never make that choice.
We met by the woods,
On a dark winters day;
We talked with our hands, never used
One word; and side by side we lay..
My chest is your grimoire,
My tears are your wine;
Go ahead, kill the animal
It if makes you more mine
On a long endless night,
He died in my arms,
No one ever knew it was me; his alone;
Just for him only, just to keep him from harm.
So go tell all your loved ones
How much you love them truly,
And give them sweet gifts, all your best to give
Don't save them for rain,
Don't save for something better;
In this world we know not, how long we may live.
And my chest is your grimoire,
And my tears be your wine;
So go on, kill that animal-
Whatever makes you mine.
poem by Patti Masterman
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