I spend my life between my Stephen's thighs
I sigh beneath his fingers' skillful touch
But now another being's caught his eyes
Our time together's shared so very much.
He leaves me to my lonesome self and walks
Across the room to take his captain's hand
At times without a word, or if he talks,
His voice is hushed, and not my contraband.
They leave me in the dark and fuse their forms
As shifting skin and fabrics in the night
My fate's my own; I've weathered other storms
He'll still return to me in lantern-light
And draw his shining bow across my strings--
Jack gives him love, but I can give him wings.