To A Metal Lover
Were I so constant as the falling rain
That pours in sheets of milky velveteen
And lolls, roll ebbing roll, along the veins
And currents of thy lovely metal sheen?
The rain to fall upon thy shadowed eyes
And writhe its frosted fingers delicate
Along thy mouth: such burning splendour lies
'Twixt shards and mirrors steeped immaculate.
But thou wouldst wither at my fondest touch –
As among the flames of sweetest sunder
A man once died – but divinely such
The cross did burn, and cast, sweet surrender.
For thou art false, yet further falser still
The heart that loves thy silver metal will.
Inspired by Tanith Lee's "The Silver Metal Lover". Incredibly GORGEOUS must-read.