Who can a woman please?

What are the beauties of life?

What are the pleasures you’ve known?

They are misery by the side of a nagging wife

They are quickly swine’s way blown

 

I could be this, that or more

I could be them, they and sore

It is nothing to her piscine taste

Incite by blood, she wriggles to lie to waste

 

Who can a woman please?

None, in a state of ease

For you

This is to you

Whose sighs punctured the rhythm of the nights

Whose burden depressed the mattress

Whose tears drenched the pillowcases

May this console the loss you’ve found

May your faith find substance in your fate

May this be to you what I couldn’t say or do