You thought that I should be afraid
To look you in the eye.
You just don’t know what I’ve become
That I’m not shocked to die.
Yet somehow I resented you—
Oh, it’s not for me I curse.
It’s just that I don’t like the thief
Who makes the small the worse.
Then I must remind that you
Were formed by my choice thus,
That day that man let woman fall—
But let’s get back to us…
I saw your ugly nostrils
The contortions of your face.
You think that it should strike some fear
But some I know of grace.
I thought our grasps had met just then
(As someday they will be)
But what I knew and you did not:
I’m not reckoned unto thee.