Where Are You Going?

You shimmer, Transform inside out, Strobe into a thousand frames-- Your voice like honey, Like acid flowing through my brain; Though Venus brightly glitters Like a lovely icy sliver In your eye-- Still I crave to be abused In the precious name of servitude. You quiver, Bend in and out of shape, Burst into a thousand flames-- Your smile like sunlight, Like hemlock seeping through my veins; Though Venus brightly glitters Like a lovely icy sliver In your eye-- Still I crave to be abused In the precious name of servitude. The sharp echo of your high heels, The numbing perfume in the air, The pointless self-recriminations That one tries so hard not to spare-- Nothing else is left; Bit by bit, I crumble With every nasty step of your departing feet-- How good it feels to loath myself and weep!