Obsession

Your Siren laughter drew me,

I washed past silken locks,

Smitten by infectious smiles,

I crashed upon your rocks.

 

I danced a merry anxious reel,

To catch your pretty eye,

Sang eloquently to your heart

Just to hear your sigh.

 

I played the jester,

Sad, mad fool,

My soul an open book,

That you might pity me,

Yet take to me,

You did not even look.

 

My heart was rent asunder,

As I lost your favoured sight,

My spirit torn and quartered

Plundered,

I lost the will to fight.

 

I cried in sad rejection,

Clawed and begged for recognition,

Flayed naked in old madness,

Flawed self-loathing in my weakness,

Thrashed the air in bitten spite,

Spitting bile with all my might,

Pacing furrows of frustration

Flagellation,

Immolation,

Coursed my pain through endless night

 

In the dawn I soon emerged,

Sombre,

Sober,

Sated,

Spent.

You cast a gentle smile my way

Again I slipped into your scent,

Spared,

Enslaved,

Ensnared,

Enthralled.

 

Delirously docile,

Hilariously happy,

Oh cruel beautiful muse,

Have you still no careful mercy?

 

30 September 2002

 

Copyright Pierre Nunns