No Stranger
I am slave to the Infernal Spouse, He who ruined the mad virgins, indeed that same demon It’s no spectre, it’s no phantom … How can I describe him to you! I forgot all my human tasks to follow him I go where he goes; I have to And often he’s angry with me — me! He is a demon you know, he’s not a man. He says, “Love must be re-invented, that’s certain … My treasure, I’d like to be stained over with blood.” On several nights, the demon seized me We rolled about, I wrestled him! … And oh, those days when he chooses To walk the streets like a criminal … His love is a spell, and I am its prisoner. No other soul would have had the strength of despair To endure it, to be protected and loved by him! I could never imagine him with some other soul Alas! I depended on him deeply Desolate, I sometimes told him, “I understand you.” He shrugged his shoulders.
