Should I wait longer than necessary?
What is that part of me that fears you?
Or what is it in you that should make me feel,
ANXIETY of all ANXIETIES.
I had myself cradled by an angel, (or was that you?)
With the thought that my hungering
For love would be filled, but ALAS
There is no satisfaction in a newfound slavery.
If you start to grow wounds on me,
Would you have shown your beauty?
Or rather, would you have revealed,
An ugly face, that is actually my hidden one.