Don't go away
Pain was streaming down my forearms,
Rivers ran, aflame with ardent passion:
I could feel you (blessedness or harm?...)
Oozing through my pores in dropwise fashion.
Every droplet had it – I could feel
Both malady and joy of being –
To the point I wanted my ordeal
Yet to last, to sense your presence near!
Live in me, and let it come what may –
My bed sheets all mapped with chalk and sodden –
Anything but don’t go away
From this burnt to ashes lovesick body!