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Fifth Leg
There isn't a note left unplayed in my repertoire,
not a thing to be done -
No, my darling, dearest,
not a song I haven't sung.
So do you really believe,
for one second,
that the hand you slipped down the back of my pants
as we waited for the queue to pass
was success?
Can it be,
I wonder,
that you truly think
you had me
with a fumble in the dark,
and a whispered aside
or two?
You look at me
as if I am the One
who betrayed you
but did I ever give you cause
to put your faith in me?
Just because the look in my eye
invites so much more than what you have
doesn't make me
the perfect fit -
No, not even close,
my dear.
I am to blame,
I grant you
but what of it?
Believe me,
if you believe nothing else,
I've been blamed for worse
and it never seems
the grief is had
by me.
Me, I cry
at your porcelain kisses
but only after you have let me go,
only after all is said and done
and I have quit this place
will I pause
and breathe
and once again,
fall on my bended knees.
Tearaway, tearaway,
tearaway fear.
For it is I who is lost,
whenever you are near.