Excuse me I just get so unruly when
The temptress strikes
and the tempest struggles
to please his restless wife
ease the heaving spikes of her waves
rolling out of her mouth
onto his chest
all the compressed cities
she confessed to distressing abreast
her fury when he loved her gently
and then crept out when she slept
A fly on her dresser he dressed and left her
and lying alone in bed she never felt more like a conquest
she was never quite the perfect thing
he imagined her to be
I confess she was never quite a thing
but right now I don't think she'd agree
the day I dug my first dog a grave
I could say with complete certainty
this is all the love I have to give before I die
even if it's not enough for you
It's enough for me