Lawlessness

Tell me, honey,

was your heart at rest when, darlin,

all the mourning doves were howling us

a song of loves

godawful lawlessness?

Say, honey, did you belong to me?

Tell me, darlin, did I pass your test?

I lay, as still as death, until the dawn,

whereupon I wrested from

that godawful lawlessness.

we depart tomorrow.

good lord.