«alien to me»

You needn't try so hard, my love, to alienate me:
With the nights growing longer and colder,
with your body remaining far
and your love farther,
I myself exceed you and become an alien to my being,
and exile myself from
or in my feelings,
as the night dictates:
for there are those moonlit slumber hours
when all is too clear and I'll none of you;
and those very somber hours
when in my blindness
I become blinder by my love,
deafer by your silence,
and harder by your absence,
until all I see and hear and touch
is alien to me...