You

The mid-autumnal depression settled down on Panu’s weary soul… filled with the temporal gloom that she was habituated by the 23rd year of her life. It was always this way. It will always be this way. But it is not this way. Not this year.

Behold the madness that comes with the forbidden! Panu feels the pangs of her conscience strike her unblemished behind with guttural force, but still she stalls, still she is unable to give up the call of temptation that drags her away from her peaceful deluge.

And then she sings out in the depth of fading darkness. She sings out her fear. Her doubts. What has she done? What is she doing?

What are you doing to me?

I can’t rest I can’t work

I cant move, I cant sit still

All comes round when the time approaches

And as your voice pours in

The indescribable joy that

Infuses my very soul.

Damn you! I wish

You did not have the power

To do this to me.

To make me weak and carefree

Spilling all of myself

Right out to your waiting ears

Your taunting face

Flashes in a vision, lips

Curled into a cruel smirk

Standing, shifting right beyond me,

Watching my folly with unbidden delight.

My soul twists up in conscientious knots

But waits for your call

When you let me soar high up,

My body rocking with pleasurable pain

Of your absence.