Here for Your Taking

I do,
Though I do not know what I’ll be doing once you become insatiable
When everywhere your manhood dips,
Your craving for hips,
The lies on your lips.
I do not know which prayers to start with
And yet here I stay for your taking.

I do,
I just do not know what I’ll be doing when night after night you come home not
Or you do,
Just at dawn when the grass is wet, dripping dew droplets
After a drinking spree
A kissing spree
A flirting spree
Yet in the morning chill, by the door, I await your taking.

I do,
I just don’t know how long I can keep up with the lies I tell myself
That you will change,
That my prayers are enough
That you are going through something,
It is just a phase,
For the marriage to survive I’ve got to be strong, resilient
A waste of adjective waiting here, for your taking.

I do,
But what will I do when your innocent mask has fallen off,
And the naked face, an aged monster that cannot change.
I do,
I just do not know how long I can keep from breaking,
I do not know how to stop myself from wailing
Falling,
Screaming,
And still, here I am for his taking.