I tell myself there's no shame in silence.
After all, it's you sent me away.
Why do you appear now, crying
after me? Did you want me to stay?

Whisper in her ear and paint me
like a villain if you need.
You've got the harness, pull it out;
Keep her suckling at your ****.

Does it warm your flesh and tickle you
to feel her shakes and cries?
When she knows your love's the only love,
Does that make you crack a silent smile?

Does your aging daughter's love fulfil
the gaps around your nest?
Does it make you feel the abundance
of nourishing love inside your breast?

Your loving whispers are sour nothings in my ear,
Your reassurances raise the bile of rage in my throat,
And then I want to spend my fists on nearby walls,
Every hole is the love letter you deserve.

A careful cut, it is the stuff,
Of which our world is made,
Utility and art are fused,
The noblest of the trades,

A sturdy chair of solid wood,
Yet sturdier the heart,
Passion, vision, faithful work,
The noblest of the arts.

I'm still glad to see your face,
Though you look better when you smile,
I'd love to stay with you, and trace,
Your gentle figure for a while,

But now the ocean's steady push,
Has split us off on different tacks,
Drifting off aloof, at odds
With everything that we had planned,

So let's no longer talk of rings,
Or the promise we unmade,
Plans are precious brittle things,
And love is easily mislaid,

Eagerness without content,
We allowed ourselves to get so bold,
We threw away our better sense,
Now bitter tides are taking hold,

I loved you like I never dared,
You had me captured and ensnared,
I gave my soul to you,
Had it clad in gold for you,

But let's no longer talk of lies,
Or the thing that you debased,
The future is a fragile thing,
I fear my life has been misplaced.