In the bewitched dim light of the morning,
I was thinking of your face and all its’ gleaming,
And it stung me like a stingray’s tail,
Full of venom, deadly hail.
*
Forth I went on with my day,
The sun burning reckless upon my face,
My eyes shut to a slit, it was you again.
You…always you, my love, my hell.
*
And through this desert, dry and plain,
The only thing that keeps me going in vain,
Is the thought of seeing your face again.
To you… my beautiful poison queen.
