My goal – dominate you.
But I fail again, again.
Began among the masses, the teachers,
below the clotted clouds.
I followed your breadcrumbs
Until my partner fell like Icarus.
Breathless. Pounding bones.
I put her first – you would wait for me
below the clotted clouds.
I carried my wounded friend
over the Roman slabs
up your prickly back.
We stop – God cries –
one wrong step would throw us down,
down your prickly back.
“Go back, go back!”
Men drag us down. We beg them,
let us reach the head.
We never met.
I never saw your face,
your sun-glazed, granite face.
I failed to meet you. I beg, beg,
let me see your face!
My goal – dominate you.
But I fail again, again.
I trod on your emeralds,
slipped on your skin,
weep on the tears you shed.
You have beat me.
Then you howl as the clouds flee.
A sign. Your calling.
You still want me there.
You want me.
My life – dominate you.
I will try again, again.