No sacred oaths to break or bind
On a belated cosmic journey.
But I am yours, and you are mine,
And our madness is eternal.
No tricks are hidden up the sleeve,
No holy star would shine above us.
But we are meant to search and grieve,
Absurdly destined for each other.
Lies seep into archaic wounds,
Distractions cannot quench the thirst,
Who is the prey? And who is stalking?
Was any woman better wooed?
Was any woman harder lost?
And we continue our circle.