daughter, ask me what I am what I do I’ll 

tell you daughter or maybe today I’ll say

partner a good one too. florist, sometimes

receptionist somewhere or other and lover

one that demands attention don’t forget me 

now don’t, forget me now. I like chaos in love 

my venus in leo she likes chaos with a touch 

of - tenderness - those things are what I am

I write, day in day out I write and I wonder 

why those words fall off my lips less easily 

than the others why they, choose to be 

hidden in the dark why they, can’t say what 

they are why they, can’t say what I am those 

words left unsaid those dreams left undreamt 

I write I write but ask me about me and I’ll 

tell you all the things I am not.