ARE NOT YOU

I wonder as I fill my lips
and my arms with another woman;
How long can I continue this ruse?
This woman does not have my heart.

My heart belongs with you,
where it lives in a small dank iron box
for which you have thrown away the key.

I live my life in dark stone caves of emotion,
missing the woman who filled my heart,
and filling my arms with other women who would kiss me,
and who are wonderful, but are not you.