II
Where are you? Who am I? O who am I?
Why do I lie and let you? I was strong—
I was so strong I might have bid you die
With one swift arrow from my quiver, song.
Now you are over me; you hold me here;
You grip my flesh till bleeding bruises start;
You threaten me with—can I name the fear?
I always knew you never had a heart.
God! who am I? My Lola, speak to me!
Tell me you love me; tell me—I am dazed
With something terrible and strange I see
Even in the mouth that kissed, the lips that praised.
You leer above me like a brooding fiend
Waiting to leap upon a babe unweaned.
Why do I lie and let you? I was strong—
I was so strong I might have bid you die
With one swift arrow from my quiver, song.
Now you are over me; you hold me here;
You grip my flesh till bleeding bruises start;
You threaten me with—can I name the fear?
I always knew you never had a heart.
God! who am I? My Lola, speak to me!
Tell me you love me; tell me—I am dazed
With something terrible and strange I see
Even in the mouth that kissed, the lips that praised.
You leer above me like a brooding fiend
Waiting to leap upon a babe unweaned.
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