Curse the Hour

I’ll not be the mask of your madness I’ll not be the whip of your demands I’ll not be the drug of your habit I’ll not be the dough in your hands I’ll not be the doll that’s your play thing I’ll not be the container of your need I’ll not be the victim of your anger I’ll not be the object of your greed ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I’ll the bread that he feeds on I’ll be the water that he drinks I’ll be the cloud that he walks on I’ll be the thoughts that he thinks I’ll be the tent that he dwells in I’ll be the heaven that he dreams I’ll be the angel that he wants I’ll be the sparkle in his stream I'll be the star that he follows I'll be the sun’s warmth on his chest I'll be the moon that allures him I'll be the treasure of his quest I'll be the fairy of his woodland I'll be the seductress of his need I'll be the breast that he lies on I'll be the dogma of his creed I’ll be the honey that he savors I’ll be the dessert that he craves I’ll be the sea that he dips in I’ll be the virgin he enslaves ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I would have been all that to you I gladly would have made you king But you gave all that to another Now you must taste my bitter sting You must watch his hands caress me You must see his mouth devour You must hear my sighs of pleasure You must curse the betrayal hour Eileen Manassian Ghali