You gave her a kiss, but you bit off her head,
Anything that could've happened, is instantly dead.
Now she's floating, suspended, thinking 'what if...',
When a small bit-of-banter became an overblown tiff,
You feared that she'd write about you and your ways,
Yet, you don't know of subversion, and the way that it sways.
She wishes you weren't you - you were somebody else,
And that your self-interest, hadn't left you on the shelf,
Whoever hurt you, whoever shut you down,
It's completely irrational, the Judah-in-crown,
But you hide away, mournful, licking your paws,
And you've unwittingly closed all of those doors.
Your prey wanders free, and prospers content,
When you got it all wrong, you didn't know what she meant.
Now you think in your cage you have a problem of sorts,
When she closed the door on lovers-in-court.
But time rolls by, the moment has passed,
It's a shame you missed out on that great piece of ass.
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