At the foot of my bed
Your holy image lingers
Naked, but for the baby blue bath robe
Flowing open from the shoulders and
The black gloves you refuse to remove

i can't apologize for
not being what you want.
i'm my hair on your tongue
that you just can’t get ahold of
until i pull my face from yours
and my mouth is mine again
and your mouth is not mine
and the sweat on your *******
is your sweat and not mine
and my life is my own again
and your life is not mine.