Obsession

We married each other like
The princes marry a honeycomb
I was quivering with the spasms
Of a bow, as an arrow leaves its hearth
Till now, it was a clean sweep
of smiles and roses over melting candles,
But when the honeycomb melts iself to
Build fragrant lighthouses
I feel a repugnance for life.
Till the moment I loved
I was happy with red tapes
And when the man inside began to speak
I felt a repugance for life.
Till death do us part
And death played truant,
Sent a cavalier, lied and smothered me
With songs of carols,
When my rosaries of tears will
make me sing for easter.
Am I too disgusted, or am I demented?
Or AM I POSSESSED?