Part of me loves
you, part of me pities you, part of me fears you, part of me hates you ,
most of me is now utterly humoured by it all...and is incited to knowledge
by the sinuous roads of what was once the torturous necessity of my/our
love...again...devotion...again
our mutual lies and vacant bliss,
expended as if immortal.
You know how much your taste remains with
me.
(I feel nauseous when I see you on the street.)