Bewitched

Why have your looks befuddled me so,
That head goes up and down like seesaw?
I am not known to be belligerent,
But I plead for you like one defends religion.
How dark are our deeds in our quarters!
How our once pious hearts are in tatters!

Darkness is our day in utter discreetness.
What is this about destructive sweetness?
I’m fooled by how my heart fits round my sleeve
So much so on you my enemy is where I heave.
We giggle; fasten the cringles of our sinking ship
While my conscience says, like stinking sheep

So are you and I, my love, before the Almighty.
It says death is the only thing more likely
Than life. I wish I wasn’t human enough to yield
To you yet you lie there like the truth revealed.
But how do I fall in the manner that I do?
Is there a levelheaded moment in your presence?

You and me lying out of wedlock in our paddock;
You, the object of my affection and my transgression,
The object of my recessions and regressions;
The expository of my carnality, my preoccupation,
You, my denunciation, you, my renunciation,
With you I’ve done what the tongue wants for enunciation.