I do not think you are good for me
this is a bitter sucking jealousy
sourmouthed and angry
You inspire me to envy and greed
You make me hungry in a way that is hollow
of goodness, humor and light

But I want you none the less
to stake you down on the cracked desert floor
with four steel pins
and stretch you out beneath the sky and leave you lie til morning
Then return to find my jealousy
turned dry and blown away into the sun

Then perhaps we would be free
of my hate and your fear
and this could be simple and true
the way it's supposed to be

AcB 9.12.01