Swan Song

This is my swan song,

Oh, my sweetling, whom I have taken to breast,

Whom I have kissed and petted -

This is my swan song.

I have made it sweet for you,

Soothing and soft,

A lullaby tone.

I want you still, to sleep,

And seldom sleep alone.

Do you know? I never met your father -

Though he did try!

A thousand times he came

To introduce himself,

Each time I would step backwards,

And put marbles in my eyes,

Extend prosthetic flesh,

And let the creeping lipsmile come.

But no, my darling,

I will make it sweet for you,

So gentle it will make you smile in your dreams.

I want you still, to sleep,

And seldom sleep alone.

But, you came of it.

You poured forth from me

In a storm of rose,

You fell from me 

In a hail of gobbets.

I vomited you forth,

And we wept together,

The tears of the empty 

And tears of the suddenly full.

And oh, I shiver to remember! 

You were so warm against me.

I was Adamic:

My true love ripped forth and laid beside me.

What is loneliness when 

There are other lonely eyes to look upon?

But no, my darling,

Do not leave, now, I need you to hear,

I will make my song like honey on your tongue,

I want you still, to sleep,

And seldom sleep alone.

This is my swan song,

Oh, my sweetling, whom I have taken to breast,

Whom I have held to the very last breath -

This is my swan song.