Poorness and the pride we shared
Our mutual vicious natures bared
Made a jungle of a bed
Gnawed and comforted we fled.
It should have birthed a human child,
Instead our intellects ran wild.
My bitter foe, O sterile lover,
Stranded in my brain, you
Are loved, still loved, there
Which is nowhere, and leaves me
Strangled, bound and dangled, yet
Me, yet of most men most free.
