sleeping ghost

it wasn’t all that long ago i use to call your name

and now the cost of what was lost has burned me like a flame

the sense without the recompense of words that you would speak

would chip away at my defense until i was too weak

to stand against your female charms that claimed i was your man

with words like those your heart enclosed me like a silken fan

and how i miss the sweetest kiss that carried all the love

you had for me when you would be my fragile turtle dove

but then your wings bore you away from all of my neglect

and all the words i didn’t say i’ve time now to reflect

you didn’t even say goodbye just that we needed milk

but then i noticed by and by the missing lace and silk

and like the bedroom closet now my heart is half as full

i search now for my turtle dove amid the squawking gulls

to tell you oh to tell you now how much i love you so

and if you’ll have me back again my words will never go

but i would say with every day how much you mean to me

flower bending with the wind as delicate as can be

whose lack of strength at any length sought refuge in my arms

taking from me my poverty with all your yielding charms

to have a man act like a man is what you wanted most

your vulnerability stirred in me this quiet sleeping ghost

that women entombed long ago with emasculation

where their constant criticism accomplished my castration

and if i cannot win you back i’ll never love again

i’ll dwell in hell and feel compelled to suffer for my sin

for now i see how it can be and want no other way

i’ll be what you brought out in me if you’ll return to stay

 

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