Risking Death To Cherish Me. Poem by Kyle Shield Laster

Things I'll do to wary you;
All will satisfy.
None will rape a hair of me.
None will taint This: I.

I'll coat my lips with burning acid:
Faint all with a word.
The deaths this kiss will serve to all...
Again not matched or heard.

I'll charge my heart with batteries.
So strong its charge will be
That none will lay a hand to it
And none will lay with me,

But you'll sleep under your microwaves,
Soaking up their harms,
Risking death to cherish me:
To get past all my Charms.