You told me I had loved you selflessly. But I could never rise above your body to love your soul.
I could not keep myself from being drunk on your flesh. I could not separate myself from the warmth of your hairy chest.
I wanted to touch your hands, to touch your body. I wanted to numb my own flesh in the fire of your entire being.
After every meeting, I grew restless not to kiss your forehead, but your lips. Even I had so bewitched you with my mischievous, lustful gaze that from your eyes too, that night, only desire spilled and spilled over.
That night we bathed, each in the other's longing. In that one night, how many years of joy, of rapture you gave me, I gave you!
That night we bathed, each in the other's longing. In that one night, how many years of joy, of rapture you gave me, I gave you!
With red desire you painted vermillion in the parting of my hair. On my hands you placed bangles and bracelets named Longing. White roses witnessed our wedding night.
But you know, that day my soul was numb. All night long I only received your body, caressed it.
So today I want to say this much—your notion is wrong. I did not love you selflessly at all. I loved your body. Come now and take back all the credit you gave me!
Love centered only on flesh suits an animal, not a human. If ever I can make both our souls float in desire, only then will I return to you. If I cannot, then I will not return. Never again will I return.