You are
Unfamiliar
Yet sinister

I am
Highly strung
Because of your mysterious vapours

You are
Bliss
Yet Terror

I am
Uncertain
and stray further

You are
A white-winged Angel
Yet with a hacksaw for a halo

I am
A Mortal
With a dire soul

You are
Used to these words
Yet you relish in them

I am
New to this tongue
And fumble Wordlessly

You and I are
Nothing Yet everything
In this peculiar territory.