Vengeful Labors, (Love Letters To A Lady Of Renown) Poem by Captain Cur

Vengeful labors bequeath their stain on me
that cannot be removed by acrid lye
should my soul be purified by the sea
entombed within her bosom I shall die.
Fitful Lady, loquacious in your speech,
your woman's flesh entices me in sleep
each day I rise to reap a newer dawn
and celebrate your beauty in my song.
Behind gold draped windows and marquee doors
there you stand like an art piece of decor
though you dress his arm in the godly light
am I not the devil you dream at night?