The Loving Misdeed

I look at you, you look at me
Distances melt and time stands still
As hunger grows for your heart
Yet something forbids

You realize my starvation
And offer me the fruit
You disarm yourself
And stand in mock surrender

My weapon is ready
But I am hesitant to attack
You choose neither defence nor offence
For you do not understand the clash

For for you its worship
And an offering is all you make
But whether the deity accepts
You deem not yours to decide

Winds blow and blow and blow
The rain coms lashing down
There is thunder and lightning
But the sweet is not claimed

By now you are in pain
Maybe the offering wasn’t that good
And you fulfil my sweetest nightmare
As the flower is made ready to bear the fruit

When the storm blows over
The damage doe is seen
And the Gods themselves despair
For the loving misdeed