Lost for you:

I feel lost in you, And you in me with it. I tremble like a rabid dog, And sometimes, like a wounded hog. I hear the animal inside me, Your words buzz like a bee. You pinched me here, Wound of fear. Food is now memory, About your word-army. It makes me fat, as pride once did. I am addicted to your honeyed face, what is my hearts beat-hit, dead. My eyes are the source of this stream, Of the portrait seen.

Mezei Karsa XII. H