"My passions, concentrated on a single point, resemble the rays of a sun assembled by a magnifying glass: they immediately set fire to whatever object they find in their way."
-Marquis de Sade, Juliette
It's true, I loathe what you would have me love
and, in my loathing, goad your glee the more.
Marquis, my heart, the heart you'd have me have
takes pleasure from such crime there is no salve
to soothe it. Would you have me spell the gore?
It's true, I loathe what you would have me love.
Perhaps you'd like to know that, though we've lived
in such different times, there is no end to terror,
Marquis. My heart, the heart you'd have me have
erased, still quickens. Half the planet starves,
while half the planet fattens; we murder whores.
I can't help loathe what you would have me love:
a vision of the world so dark I'd crave
to be beathen so as not to see the stars.
Marquis, my heart, the heart you'd have me have
must never find its voice. We are not slaves
to vice as kindled wood is slave to fire.
Here is truth. I loathe what you would have me love,
Marquis. My heart can't be the heart you'd have me have.
-Elizabeth Bachinsky
