I jumped on you and kissed you - honey kiss -
while you were concentrating on your game.
I made you angry - we've not been the same
since - you were harsh to me. Your anger is
like being crucified. You wiped your lips
as if they had been spat on by some whore,
as if you didn't want me any more
not any scrap or drop. Chased me with whips
as if you were a Fury. Your mouth's taste
on mine changed from the softest sweetness to
the bitterness of aloes, myrhh or rue.
I think we're done, and that is such a waste.
For if my kissing you caused so much pain
I won't hurt you by kissing you again.