My mother told me
Not to trust a man
Who does not,
In his sleep,
Turn and reach out for me,
The assurance of strength.

So I mopped and mourned
The night i slept over,
For I had traded my gold
To hear you call out her name
As if it was wrapped
Around your tongue
With ribbons of love.

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