Tribute to Emily

I was thinking of your absent feathers
when I had an Emily Bronte moment
this love is beyond death
but we must die first
ridiculously together
from wuthering heights,

I said sir, please sir, that smile, sir
and then came the Emily Dickinson moment
when I scalpeled my heart out
and told you to piss and cum on it
to your own taste
for I was your slave, sir.

I was pulling my hair
when my shadow joined me
pulling too, to its heart content
my 4 black cats were away
and I had an Emily-the-Strange moment
when I blew out the candles
and turned off all lights
to stop my own shadow
to make you smile.