Your eyes, so lovely then,
Could cast a winding skein
To trap unwary men.
Abstracted by those eyes,
I lingered night and day,
Believing all your lies;
And when, in your ennui,
You let me slip away,
I still was never free.
Obsessed with you each fall,
When leaves of oaks begin
Their dark recessional,
I call your name alone
In throes of restless sleep,
A hunger in the bone.
No matter where I stray,
In Eden or beyond,
I’ll always be your prey.
A.Bloc