The Theatre
For your light,
I would give my face.
I would give my eyes
For a moment
In which all eyes belong to me
For only an hour.
For your attention,
May my mind be stripped
Of all thoughts
That do not exist for love of you,
And may my brain, for memory,
Cease.
May my body be raped
By ten thousand men
With ten thousand perveted thoughs
So that it may be called beautiful
By your judgement
So that it may be praised by those that love you.
May my blood and lungs
embellish your floorboards
And for every breath I share
And vessel I sever,
Let the people watch
With smiles and admiration.
And in exchange, I wish that
(For every day that passes)
You may creep into the heart
Of another other,
Until her part might one day sit with mine
On a wall that only few read
And only she will remember.
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