Don’t, don’t take me to the dance floor,
my passion is too charged with energy
it will electrocute you.
Don’t lend my hand or heart to a rival;
you will never get it back,
I don’t offer soothing words rather
a love acquired at great anguish,
at a demeaning cost to the heart.
I give you, among other things – myself
my joy, my wrath, my wiles, my lust
Copyright © Ugo Nkwoala | Spilledwoords.org |2020
Photo credit: Original works from hungarian female artist Eva Szakacs.