Surrounded

Pontaillac, June 1986

How you came into my house
I thought you were an enemy
A viper’s song
A siren’s touch
And all that makes softness deadly

Don’t understand you
You said
But you’re not even trying
You’re not even trying

How your cruel dark eyes appeared
This was my last dreaming of brass
Subtile music
Fine elegy
Shivering in your heart of glass

Don’t care for you
You said
But , poet, you’re lying
You’re obviously lying

How your influence chained all mines
It happened so treacherously
O learned speeches
Mean fallacies
Under the coat of decency

Don’t fear my guard
You said
But man, I’m escaping
Today, I’m escaping