she loves me, she loves me not,

she loves…hearts raping a daisy

in a game of buff chance: the payoff

is never and ever in doubt.

tease me, tease me not,

tease me…like christ

on the cross i know that it’s coming

but the women, for sure, know too what they do.

love and then leave me,

take and then tease me:

like Nietzsche i ponder pure will to power,

and the perils of making a second mistake.

how can i travel in this dark night of sunlight?

how can i rest in this bright day of darkness?

my creaturehood’s threatened incalculably by woman--

since that essence and mine are clearly not in accord.

yet i will smile politely and respect femin-entities
(for with rebirth, reversals of roles are quite common).

and i will play in my sandbox and be my own child:

and, so secret, remain in the caress of some sun.

in the caress of some distant, light-shedding star.