I play the role of the neglected wife well, my love
I have the appetite of a glutton
You can have me, but you cannot own me
I will unman you;
My love is an ocean to drown in
You are a hapless sailor,
My little fool;
You are a ship to wreck
And I am a maelstrom.
I have wandering hands;
And I want you to hold them.
I have trembling hands;
And I want you to hold me
You roar like a baited bear
Because you know I always want more
It is a blessing then,
That tides change and seasons turn;
Because we will always be left wanting.