As Venus chases the Moon
Through the night of October's sky
I forget the song
And can't recall the tune.
All I remember is the pain of the lie.
All my illusions of love,
Of virility, of grace,
You returned them all
Directly to my face.
Bewildered, stilted,
Stunned, and phased.
Never to you, my hand,
Would I have raised.
I hit you with words
My punch-my voice.