In

I lie awake for seven nights
Running a knife over myself

Birth of Child

A bit of the savage stayed with me

And I gave myself to you

This circularity led to love

Which lasted as long it could be.

The savagery now birthed

Twice in three years

A set of sons who ravage

Your breast to be.

My love shall know blood

When all will be new again

This circle of a circle

Will know no end

With time as witness

The savage will live.