You do not realize
you dematerialize
another person, lover
poet or scribe.

There is never a respite
in passionate writing
but pain in the merging 
of mind and soul.

No freedom of a soaring
flight, but the one when
a bird dies carrying a message.

Don't pain me for too long
with a promise not followed-up
upon which
will finally be ridiculed,
your credibility questioned.
love destroyed!