Constance wants to be my lover
But every time I see her, shun her
She pines for me behind the curtains;
I try my best just to forget her.

She loves the birthmark that I hate
She loves when I reply too late
She tries to slip her hand between us
Although she can't, she needs to feel us.

And will she wither to a mist?
I will not take her sour kiss.
A man should keep his healthy distance
From such a foul wraith, such as Constance.

And if I can for long enough,
I think she'd go away.

But in my darkness I have left you,
Seeking anything but refuge.
To meet my Constance on some corner
Where we would turn from you together.

And less a conscious twist of muscle,
More a weight that pulls a buoy
Underwater for a time
Would bring me into Constance's bed

And like a buoy overturned
So did direction from my head
With eyes rolled back,
To sleep instead.

And if I turned for long enough,
We'd soon elope to dread.

I should not give her my attention,
But still resides an awkward tension
It's something better left unmentioned,
The time I've spent with Constance.