And who was she in some other incarnation?
Friend,lover,sister,mother or mortal enemy?
Seems strange still you haven’t known each other lifetimes
Strange but true
is she now?
Thorn in your precious side?
Nothing if not constant
Yours for the taking
Yet always out of reach
You say so much in silences
You say too much in silences
Say too much in words and the world falls down
A heart on a sleeve
is just another piece of meat
so fresh and bleeding and bittersweet
Serve it up with fillet of soul
on the heirloom china
with parsely butter and a wedge of lemon
Lay out the priceless silver and the fine linens
Coyote shall dine like a king tonight