Oh you towering Giants,
don’t you dare crumble
before I’ve peered past your heads.

Sleepy Mistress

Past the stroke of midnight,
I hear her calling desperately.

I avoid my needy mistress,
In her hour of most need.

I play hard to get,
And refrain from coming into bed.

She can tire my body,
And spill blood into my eyes.

But I’ll endure her torture,
Until the moonlight dies.