Ship to Wreck

I play the role of the neglected wife well, my love
I have the appetite of a glutton

In truth;
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.