I threw my violent love at you,
I talked to you even when I didn't speak,
you saw my sea.
You looked askance, you looked away,
You escaped the tightest nooses
that I made.
You threw back the moon, violent moon
with its violent light.
I swung my most violent love at you,
raging tides with raging words.
You even escaped through the riptide,
the tightest tide to another side.
Then I threw myself at you,
sulphur, yellow, bright, bleak.
you escaped my heart,
looking away, you looked away.
You threw the night back at me,
how you escaped.
I wrote you my poems,
I did all this and much more,
but what now?