You don't know me
I may be a criminal
I may be a judge
and whatever kind of excess you can name me
I maybe take too much
I may be a hero to some
to some I know I am uncouth
could be that I'm the victim
of the privilege of youth
I might be the lover you have dreamed of
I might hold you strangely in my spell
but I think maybe
you don't know me so well
what you see as predatory
what you take to be guile
my celebrated siblings
would remember with a smile
do you think that it is feasible
do you think that it could be
that in the short time we have had
I know you more than you know me?
for all your misinterpretations of my anger
perhaps there's never quite enough of it on view
and in the reconciliations I remember
I'm longing for another loving fragment in the tapestry that's you