A Darker Muse

Illumine you, my muse of starry grace,
What brooding thoughts bereft would not betray,
Nor lift their snowy heads to find your face;
Though thawing they themselves within your sway

Chide not this one the troubled verdant way,
The brambles think it meet to court the rose;
And you, yourself would find no sweeter lay
Than that embowr'd in my dark abode.

We both dissemble, furtive tread the road
With ichors yearning fever racing free;
A lover's penned entreaty surely knows
The body's heated revels nourish thee

Consum'd my heart in you and burning through
Though bleeding, drop for drop my muse's due.