A Warning

For the men who inherit my lover,

I offer you up these words of wisdom

(And ladies, you are not disregarded):

You would do well to live in avoidance

Of all things that remind her of my touch.

If she shivers, your fingernails below her ribs,

Peasant, you have not given her a thrill-

Her chill is sparked by memory of me.

Oh, and if you dare descend upon her,

(Even twisting beneath in ecstasy)

Know that her closed eyes are crying my name.