Bathsheba is My Other Name

Bathsheba is

My other name.

 

It’s not

That I planned

For you

To want me.

 

I guess

I didn’t think

I was

Beautiful

 

Enough

To tempt you.

My hair

Isn’t the Sun’s,

 

My temper

Isn’t sweet.

Why

Would you

 

Want me?

How

Did I

Stir desire

 

In you?

I should

Have known

Laying myself

 

Bare,

Offering

Naked sincerity

Was the surest

 

Way

To break you.

Break you,

I did.

 

Your chair

Is broken,

Its majesty

Negated

 

By our

Transgression.

I didn’t choose

To love you.

 

I just do.