i fear your love

you demand of me
the child you will not let go of
to enjoy the fruits
peaches and kumquat's
in a snake pit of sin
and violence
to live amongst the pity
of your husbands children
and your lovers'
solitude.
my protest,
is that you have harmed
the one and the many of my heart
and we are not to blame
for your incensed guilt;
i am not your husband,
i am not your lovers',
i am not your child,
though, i admit - back then
i  was your friend.
and when friends
become at alms with one another
my heart fails.
i cannot love you, any longer.
let me be
or let me die -
in the arms of those that always did.