My soul is unholy, <br />Though you would eat it <br />As though I were swine. <br />Comes evil here, quietly, <br />Where you are unwelcome. <br />True is the heart of <br />The ignorant white knight. <br /> <br />I know how well you follow, <br />Whispering in repetition <br />My one hundred and one sins. <br />Watch not if your sex, <br />Burns at the sight of <br />My happy and swollen lips. <br />Bibles are sharper than knives.<br /><br />Stefanie Fontker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-hate-love/
