Nothing can return that feeling to me...
Like the river colliding into sea - a volley of waves, your passion crashing down - on me.
In your eyes I was something like a God - you believed.
See it worthy once again, emerald green like the Atlantic, perhaps - your gaze rustic in contempt, that love you gave burned like Hell - through these walls.
My hair; you took hold of me; spoiled with energy, spoiled with that voice - lust you speak - it pulls me into me.
Was I lost - to blind to see.
Who I was - had I become epitome?
So clear - your body wept with each crawl.
Yet the mirror shows the lie in it all-
I am the reason for your fall-
Sinewy and sharp - your elbows dig into me...
A contrast to monstrous might - a harlot you came and cut