John Terry

Something inconsolable I am here
with all the desperate dread to pull
like pliers at the rooted tooth of me.

I am in constant ecstasy, self loved
jilting and distressed for all I cannot
will not do for you.

Which is simply to be yours in truth
outside the story that I write for you
in all my visible actions.

And the other side too of this two
faced me is all you'll ever want
of any he to your she.

And he is dedication incarnate
absolute inviolate love,
or at least he wants to be.

Maybe that’s enough
impossible is tough,
too tough to grapple with.

Hasn’t it always been like this
down the years of tears
of idealistic lovers?

So take my dirty hand in yours,
lay your foolish head on mine
and let us try another time.