Subjugation

The charmer is at it again
he beckons me….and I flee
Strange are his ways…
of remembrance and parting

He fills in the noise
and paranoia
I stare… gaze…
at the flame of his unbecoming love

He is wide awake
when the day sleeps…
In the mystic trance
of my subjugation to him

He is but he…
craving in desire
For me to burn
to eulogize his becoming

Isn’t the time
Of going back in womb
with disconnected umblicals
I fear… the desire..in him

And my desire …
to annihilate myself
The flame of love burns
surreptiously…

Sacred as it maybe
love…yearns
the flame craves

The charmer in mystic tunes
drives me away…
into oblivion of being
And the shame of nothingness…derides my existence