Fall
I have been devoured
By a great Passion;
It pulls swiftly at my insides
And sweeps me mercilessly down–
Knocked down I pull myself
Together
And I turn to face my
Conqueror.
Do not flash those pretty teeth at me,
Don't ever think to
Bat those lovely lashes,
For I cannot succumb ever more
Than I already have . . .
This is a challenge:
You are determined to ground me,
To put me at your mercy
And make me weak with your demands–
I find I need you–
But I will fight you!
This victory is not fair!
I wasn't prepared to fight a war–
I wasn't prepared for sweet defeat!
How could you do this to me?
I am not fitted for sappy romance,
For song and wine and dance–
I don't want flowers and perfume
Or darling little teddy bears–
I can't stand pinks and chocolates!
But you are determined
As ever
And you won't let me go;
Well I think I should let you know
I won't have any of it–
Mmm, these kisses,
They don't mean anything,
And neither do the words you whisper.
You could never utter the spells of love
You promise to weave–
You can only murmur nonsense,
For you are a fool in love–
No, I will not love you, never!
And neither will I crave you–
And if you do not let me go
I fear I'll scream–
Your heat–it overwhelms me–
No, it can't persuade me!
How dare you!
Oh my, I cannot breathe . . .
But forget that, I do not need your heat
To warm my nights,
I do not need you to warm my bed–
Oh, stay away!
You are maddening with your caresses,
This isn't fair, this isn't right,
I don't think I have the will to fight–
Haven't you heard me all this time?
I will not fall!
But oh, no . . . !
My darling, these kisses . . .
Sweeting, these caresses . . .
I am too weak, so limp, so soft . . .
Oddly enough, however,
I think it required strength
To fall.
