Your Liaison and Mine

So still, I lay lithe;
My ears have gone deaf
To the silence you abide with
And the whispers of your flesh.

Take all that I am
Only if you must,
With all your hunger
In every single thrust.

But try hard as I may,
Still I fail to see
The heart of your eyes
Amidst you ambiguity

Pray, speak of your love
Without the absence of a glance;
Must I still reach out far
For you to hold my hands?

Do not give me the head
Only of your loins
For my heart does not rest
On the lap of my groin!

Am I but a token,
A mere fool to enslave?
Punish me not for my lies
But for the ones you bade.

Neigh all of your curses
For what I know is true:
You are still tangled with her
As I am left with none of you.