Well, yes, some weeks ago, I saw myself as second skin to you,
Writhing with you on your bed. How wonderful that would have
Been, but it appears that my affection, my abject infatuation with
Your form, less so the shunken creature in it, hasn't been
Reciprocated. Back at home, I've become reconciled to
Your scorn for me. I'll be okay. I'll move along, in search
Of someone who has hungered for a second skin.