BROKEN GLASS

I don't know what it is,
On you that  intrigues me
And all the nights along
you torture me.

Only with your eyes,
Only with your hands
Only with your mouth
You are controlling me.

You are in pieces
Inside my soul
Which are aching me
As broken glass.

Yet I 'm still pushing
To penetrate them harder,
To hurt me pointing
Your traces in there.

I do not know what it is,
That drives me crazy
And  into darkness
I  always rave.

I know that when
You'll touch me again,
From the bottom of my sea
I will emerge.

I want you so much,
That I 'm collapsing.
All the time cracking
And yet more bad.

This spring-while I had
Something expected-
Found me sterile empty
With neither a bud.