Oh those eyes of woven silk,
that glacé my walnut heart.
Pour out my mothering milk,
it is with that, that we must part.
Part of me, is in part of you,
like a pirate with his loot,
I have searched and searched,
Only looking for you.
I’m wrapped in your cling-film of love,
smothered by your lust.
And in my last dying breath,
I know I can never trust.