Provocatively provoked
by you,
you negligee clad provocateur,
as in a dream,
become nightmare,
you once more
come to me,
and with your words
you do tell
of your regrets
and desires,
and of the realization
of that
from which you walked away.
I cry out in the agony of the
why do you learn such things
only and now so all too late,
and
haunt me,
and
taunt me,
if only in my dreams.
