The Lover

Why do you taunt me so?
Why do you tease me like this, you merciless lover?
What have I done to earn this fury?
I thought I shaked you off my back and I walked that path of solemn stupidity.
But then who might have fancied that this seed that you have planted on me feeds on my insolence as much as it feeds on my meekness.

Where is me? What the hell happened with it?
I thought my words were a vestige of my identity. In that hopeless thought I rested.
Then it dawned on me that it was your words after all.
I thought my face was the personification of myself.
But in my eyes I could only see your glare.
I schemed that I was there for my action is. I thought “I do therefore I am”. But then I am no longer doing what I want. My body is being dragged around remorselessly at your command.

Joy and Sorrow I care no more.
All I long for is your throbbing bosom.
What shall I do with this senselessness?
A part of me despairs “What happens if you tread thus?”
my heart pounds, my flesh aches, my face crimsons.
On my cheek flows a gentle river.
Is this madness forever?