Gini

If they ask for a name, to show your dull life, you'd think me tame, your consoling force, a greater glue than mine, doesn't show the door, I dance my evasions, whispering to the night, between you and shame, our house is wooden shored, brings me to the line, creaks a sound forlorn, a dance of burning flame, matches me with strife, teaches me of blame, the illusions i hoard, stilled now with wine, nails me to the floor, saddled now this time.