I feel my heart pound against my ribs.
I feel my tongue run across my lips
Dissension of the senses from the will
Decays all ability of repression.
If it ever mattered.
Do you feel my hunger in the dark?
Do you feel my lust curled in your bed?
Like some injured animal, I moan for you-
My master, you're my master (it's true)
I am enslaved by you.
I am caged for you:
By these affections
And twisted love.
How I want to keep you between my arms
To hide you from pain and harm.
How I want to destroy every bit of you:
Every bit I am meant to never have.
I vacillate in your doorway.
Do you see me?
Did you ever see me?
The clock plays the rhythm as I start my dance.
You watch me, enrapt and entranced.
I draw the final twists and turns
As you draw your final breath.
(If it ever mattered)
(If it ever meant anything)
And you're dead.
And I feel stupid.
(nor my love).