Lover's Leave

A lover's bed made from wax
a burning candle hid beneath
All day long his burning back
reminds him of his lover's leave.

She tied him up on the bed
lit the flame there below
The bottom melts away the wax
the lover cries, the lover knows.

"This is hell," he said
"This is Hades."
"This is where she belongs,
but here I die instead.

The final layer never fades
I feel the constant burning pain
All because my lover loved
another in her lover's game.

-MP