The Precious Speaks

I see you
Gazing at me
Longing in your eyes
As you stroke me
Softly
Even
As I bring you pain

Your fingers caress me
Tenderly
With love
And I know my power
Is devouring your heart

You call me names
I am your precious
You say
I am beautiful

Someone else
Called me that
Long ago
In a gloomy wet cave

Someone else is waiting for me
I will go to him
He is calling for me
And I will answer

I cannot be your precious
Any longer

- Eglerio Hyn