I cannot decide
What to hide
When I falter beneath what stirs me.
Your beauty has hues, not alike the sun,
And most unlike the shimmers in the rain.
It has more brightness
Than ever a sunshine
Brightness, that stings me, though soothes me;
Brightness, that burns me, though soothes me;
Brightness, that churns me, though soothes me,
And I am still here as a witness.
I crawl with the submission, befitting a man
For love was never kind,
For many years,
While I swam
In many tears.
Love now bleeds upon me
Droplets of scarlet,
One hissing hue, after the next.
You will doom me, will you not?
For that is what I desire.