And I, have runaway to tell you– tonight
God weeps in my hands. Call me, exiled tonight.
Where are you now? Who lives in your arms tonight?
Whom else from rapture’s street will you unarm tonight?
My contenders for your love– you’ve invited them all?
This is mere offense, an alarm tonight.
Your treacherous love will be my harm tonight.
I can’t flee your imaginary charms tonight.
Love will not be familiar to my arms tonight.
I’ll try to break out of your arms tonight.