Pygmalion Revisited

Part I


I do it again.

I open my heart to you.

I tell you kill me if you want to

or walk over my soul

or if that is not so much fun

why don't you misunderstand me too.


You think I am yours to do with as you like

Kill me kiss me I will wait for it.

You don't know my soul will never be yours.

You think that you have seen everything I have to give.


You don't even know that I will only be as you make me

You are the sculpturer who gives a face to my being

You don't even know the other faces I have within me

I can be anything at all or nothing whatsoever. . .


Yes I love you.

What a small word it is for this universe within me.

Sometimes glimpsed in my eyes

Sometimes felt in my aura

Sometimes never known at all.


I can never get over you.

Can a mother get over her child?

Can a child ever forget his mother?

Yes! you have given me life.

You are my god.

But even God doesn't know

what I will be . . .


Part II


I have to go away.

I have to grow away.

I have to find the other faces in my soul . . . .

They have to be there.

You cannot be the only woman in my life.


But sometimes I wish it so.

Sometimes every woman is you.

Sometimes I want to die.

For I feel there can be nothing except you.

You are after all my god.

Can I ever find the other faces in me?


I have to; to live.