the Husband

there’s no sense asking your questions —
she long ago turned off that softness

leap from that magnet her planet —
the moss at her feet will receive you

buy her jewelry, she will not care
sing her a secret to the left ear

whisper your fears on this night of her choosing
and feel her steal bones in the grey hours

remember her whimpers — where once you held power
the hold of that twice icy body

play not the accomplice, nor sherlock’s weak friend
for you know the soul which divides you

bark, bark! she’s a moon with no landing
wheeze, stab! you are falling

but you did this to you, while she was your pulse
and the blood in your bone stands the witness

who be i, just the judge at your table
no more be no less than your martyr

for i shared her coldness myself moons ago
and held quite a claim on those chambers

leave me to be you cry at the wind
but i am no softer than she was

for i trained the wolf how to sway down that path
to pick loose the strays from their harbor