You never croak, but you roar like a frog.
You bark an extended note, though you never howl.

You write her love songs, drunk on ale.
Buzzed on tea, I ink the sound down.

‘S’alright. My pen’s as neutered
as I always said it was.

And my love’s as strong as you strike
those chords

over, and over, and over again. Sway side to side.

I see the curves that your hips don’t make, man,
your eyes closed, still seeing me wrong,
but I’ve got you down this time.

Sing to me, untamed creature. Counter, I will not.
I don’t what you just said,
but whatever it was, I believe,

and I always was
what I would become;

Lift your lids on me.