I Put A Spell On You...Because You'Re Mine Poem by Nellekke Tak

Infected by a climactic awe
A young room contaminated by a spurred moment
An expectance of invitation
There is no ardor
No hidden desire beneath dark ebony pools
With which rest drowsy
On something so wrong
Watched by from a window
Slamming their bodies to break the door
Hundreds of keys with a missing lock
I’ll give you another face
To help the poison flow
One person, four arms, one thing
They will find us
And they will know us
Hinges fall and window glass rifts
Your earthquake gets applauded
You expose me for what I am
And you call yourself a man?