I Have a Million Ears on a String

I have a million ears on a string.
I cut them from my many lovers.
I have a thousand and three.
I put them on my bookshelf
And at night I hear them sing.
The sound of an ear has many waters
Like a stream running over a dry river bed.
Come into my soul and feel me shiver.
I have a soul, I have a soul.
Come into my soul, it is not empty,
And us three will live together
With a thousand and three.
The ghosts who are not there.
It is only us, you and me and he,
Us three.

My relics on the bookshelf.
The forty lashes a thousand and three.
In the night please come to me.
I am alone except for he.
There are no thousand and three.
Come to me in the night for I am alone.
A little warm blood to remember you by.
In a cup on a saucer warmed on the hearth,
And mixed with sake.
A little whiskey in Earl Grey tea;
A cure for rheumatism.

I always remember the thousand and three.
I know all of their names,
But I did not love them;
I love only he.
But my love for him is bitter;
I dare not call it love.
But come to me and I will promise
To love thee with a real love.
It will only be you and me,
And he. I can not shed the he.

Will you risk the dragon and try to set me free?
The dragon, the dragon,
And good Saint George died
A thousand years ago.
Nobody believes in dragons, in their roaring fire.
I do not believe in dragons, I know them.
I know he. But there is nobody alive
who will set me free. So come to me at least,
So it can be you and me and he.
And I promise to forget about
The thousand and three.

A poem by Julian Moore.

This one is called "The Harlot" but that is a common title and you can write a million poems about the harlot so I should not monopolize it for this poem, so I titled the post after the first line "I Have a Million Ears on a String". I just wrote it and did no editing so do not look at it as a finished product. I am not a good poet, I just write down my thoughts. I never studied rules of verse or wore a corset. But it is good to write down things that come from the soul. I am listening to Bizet's Carmen as I am writing this, so that is serving for s bit of inspiration.