The flesh is willing
The resolution weak
I left all I can in the ground that I walk on
Need you question where I come from?
Or where this all may lead?
Just speak the words I write for you
Suffer as suits my need
Oh, my beloved whore
When the moment comes I shall be yours
Lie silent for the faith between us
And you shall find me a man of my word
The thief shall sleep in the house he breaks
The well shall dry before the pail
You have seen me where others swear blind
Leaving time & tide to tell
At the point of release
(I have come to see you now)
All of this shall come to an end
(As for scorn as much as rebate)
The words of earnest, words of threat
(For the weapon in what you have known)
The absence & confirmed intent
Here in my time of indiscretion
Where my dreams now meet their end
So as the colours seem to fade
There is solace in your complaint
Your countenance has never left me
The words are what they were before
Though for their meaning, you insist upon a change
And for all my protest I am here again
A claim as strong for your grave as for your standing
I bind to remember until next I forget
That the pain was real as my heart was true
But for none so much as you
It is enough to know of your passing
Enough to mourn your gifts
It is enough to hope that you knew peace
For all is to his mill as grist
Oh, my beloved whore
When the moment comes I shall be yours
Lie silent for the faith between us
And you shall find me a man of my word