Mine

I call you with a gesture, words have no place,
Look at me, but not in gloomed eyes of disgrace,
You are made for another, I know I am not him,
Your heart open like my bare hand, free to any whim.

You fight, because you enjoy your surrender
Your fading will, so seductive, so tender,
Your protest dies to soft a murmur; and is mourned with a kiss;
Where’s self-control? Buried not to offend a moment like this.

Among other things, you’re robbed of responsibility
I take all, this is my world, forget reality,
Switch off the light, close your eyes and come,
Live for this moment, to all else we’ll be numb.