He taught her, his lamb, how to properly care
He spoke to her, showed her, unveiled his plan
His grand expectations and thesis on love
He bared and he shared with his dearest, his dove
He sought the right words and he groped for the path
He served it all up like a great fatted calf
She focused and gave, bent backwards and stretched
Aroused and submitted, deconstructed herself
Offered up intellect, passion and touch
Provided fresh will, clothed herself in his thought
Cried and resisted, struggled and strained
She fed from his palm and she ate from his plate
Let him cry on her shoulder and drank of his pain
Tended his wounds, stripped the stain from his shame
She’s used and she’s weary, she’s forlorn and spent
She’s out on a limb with no hope of respect
She’s inside and outside, she’s here looking there
While he’s high on his mountaintop’s sweet morning air
Wiping tears from his eyes he’s tried to describe
The way of the self and the creed of the heart
You can’t love another while lost in their wake
Neither comely nor kind to let yourself sink
It’s not right to adapt past the point of your lack
Take the fore, please yourself, feel the thrill, have a laugh
Never forget at your core there’s just you
I’m waiting outside, you can join me there too
She can’t stay her wonder, yet how would she ask?
Never she’ll threaten the core of his strength
How could she bleed from him insight and hope
With her questions and pleadings and needful reproach?
Don’t you feel all alone? Don’t you want me to stay?
Don’t you fear for my joy, bear concern for my soul?
Is life’s journey finer when walked one abreast?
Does your talk make the throb of your ache any less?
She’s used and she’s weary, she’s forlorn and spent
She’s out on a limb with no hope of respect
She’s inside and outside, she’s here looking there
While he’s high on his mountaintop’s sweet morning air