As Achilles demanded Agamemnon
Repent to save the Greeks
So do you bid me to fidelity.
You draw me to yourself.
On hands & knees
Soiled with the dust of fate
foes closing in behind.
You supply the grape & I partake
Seized by my iniquities.
You say you desire me
That you’ve chosen me as your own
But I’m a stallion in a haze of abandon.
I kick and jostle when you approach
As concealed scars splinter and re-open.