David Dabydeen - Caliban lyrics

The first night I endured your creation We talked desperately Foraging the details of my youth Like two tramps at a tip: Finding riches among the rubble was your Romance. I remember diving into the pit but coming up Glittering in your eye- Goldleaf or edge of a**egai: You were always bountiful with fantasy, Fashioning me your Image or casting me Native: White woman, womb of myth foundry or funeral pyre To be reborn to your desire! Afterwards, when the drunkenness of words Receded, the pool of myth Evaporated to uncomfortable sweat, The residue of memory Of a mere instant of delight, You, in the cruelty of morning flight, Face composed and underclothing Unruffled by experience, Return so crisply, so unambiguously To sunlight. Whilst I, coiled blackly within myself, Paralysed with rage and wonder, Straining still to sense your presence, Craving still the magic of your making.