Compensatory Love

When love is a mask
When warm and sweet
Tumult make your fingers sticky
I know you know
To wash your hands
The fact that you lick your fingers
Displays hunger

When life's circumstance
Has eviscerated
Can you fill the empty cavern
Of your heart
Is it fair to the other
To try again
Do you believe in life after death

Do you have a right to
Recapitulate
Can you begin again
Do you roll to your back
And say take me
Think who you're saying that to
The other or God