Not long ago you were dancing

To the tunes of Paris, the songs of France
and the hymns of underworlds below
A heat. One which you've bellowed inside of I
to flames stoking to the sky

Now left with smolders and ashes
Now left with charcoal and darkness

Next you flew out like a phoenix /a bird/ from death
then a flower in the spring
then a mirror on the wall
and so so so so much more

Where are you now?
         A phoenix - a fantasy
Where are you?
         Not spring, but winter
Where
         The mirror. Is shattered

Today; and a few yesterdays ago
you return

but

I know you
You're no girl
  no woman
      no bird
         no bard
             no flower
                 no grave
                     no painting
                         no angel
                              no nothing

                                    no anything

You are /right now/
A spectre
    a ghost
        an apparition
Wailing through my very soul
            /a poltergeist/
Chilling my fractured person
My lost icon

Yes...

You haunt me

And like the thirsty ***** in the bowels of every woman and man
I beg you to once again

ravage me...