Cupid and Psyche

If you hear laughter from my chambers

Let me assure you: I do not laugh

There are other things

That sound much like laughter

But are far from it

And certain kinds of kisses

Are better suited to a bier

My heart – may only burn in fire

I do not know if I will ever be

Able to stand

the touch of a man

I pray instead for a ghost

Devoid of hot blood

And scentless

Sexless

Or else knock me senseless

And in darkness take

What little there is

Not already savaged by wild beasts