I have given you reason
to turn back; no one
likes himself in the past.
Even nature re-visits
itself, attentive to
the weather's cycles-
a tulip bulb sleeping
unencumbered by history.
You should have loved me.
O how you could have
loved me! Like the blade
of a knife, like a machine gun
on the battlefield.
But this is not paradise.
And though the wolves are
beautiful and tender,
their teeth are not strangers
to their victim's blood; once torn
almost always eaten.
