Gargle, oh sweet gargle
You don’t know him as I do
He marvels at each blooming bud
Devouring soft and syrupy petals
Playing love.

But, not with you two, no.

Such whispered pleas for air
Gasp with the gusto I have taught.

Such irony it is that water
Tickled your fancy and now
Seeks to run a river through
You two and time.

Such love he has, but alas
It is not strong enough to keep
You two from my lesson.

Paint this wretched water red!
Let his heart try mend the lives now gone
As I stand, exalted.

I aborted in the name of love
And the sea hid your names in blood.