A touch of silk across my wrist

If you but asked I would resist

Remove the light above my door

The light that makes you call me ‘whore’

The men who pass beneath that frame

I do not know, and cannot name

But if you spoke with tender voice

And showed me love, gave me the choice

I’d rend the hangings from the walls

Turn off the light, ignore the calls

For you, my thief that plies the black,

Have stole my heart – don’t give it back