Obelia

Was i worth a night at Faro, the lighthouse streams our room, bed linen smells of Euro's, from no smoking signs, was i useless then, warm beneath your thighs, when we ate alone, a meal you wolfed too soon, you said i brought you down, can't you see in falling light, I am not one to kindle, all your dislikes, or dance like a foal, i don't trip to flutes, or ring bells without tone, you won't cut me to the bone, words from a devil moon, birds are flying home, what really is your tune ?