If you tease me with this for long
I fear that you will guide me wrong—
inside my veins the blood burns hot
inside my brain images rot

Soothing as you appear to me
stinging my recent memory
you give much less than what you take
and haunt the hallows in your wake

I do not know why you appear
and in my thoughts are always near
you are a debt as Dunbar states
one who at no time hesitates

To remind me of your cruelty
your lack of faith, your sovereignty—
but I will not give in to you
for him, our love, I will cut through.