You say you are quiet because you lack foodnI delight in your entree and watch as you chewnNow that your steak must be well on its waynThrough ten feet of intestines you still have nothing tonNothing to saynnI made you the offer to speak of your thirstnBut your smirk was enormous and your hands well rehearsednYou were blue with the moonlight and wet with ComparinSaid We've only got a month, so let's get busy,nnYou were so gentle a decade agonAs I nursed you with spirits at 18 years oldnNow I'm a woman and I've traveled toonI would like to be more than some charm that you usenYou've studied religions, traveled the worldnCollected artifacts, collected girlsnWish I was your brother, so that we could hangnSo that I could know younYou beautiful, beautiful thingnnA kiss to your left cheek, a kiss to your rightnI move to your third eye and you pull awaynWhere does your god live?nWhere do you go?nYou said God is in everything except my clothes,nYou are a player and I am a flirtnBut I am looking for better, I want to go deepernI want to know morennYou're writing a fairytale and in it is truthnShe is an old hag that's toothless and bruisednThe twist in the tale is in her last requestnShe says Give me a sugarcoat when of me they ask,nShe is your daughter, she is your musenShe's in your drawings and she is in younAnd I know you love her, I know you donYou beautiful, beautiful thing