Unspoken were the words I felt as summer nights sub-merge  Into another nine months nightless dread  As happy as a young girl guarded by her fathers words  You lay on your brothers twinsize bed  Of all the words you said  These wont leave my head  You will always be a little side of me  I recall a girl who was not ready for my love  For we knew barely of the tools required  For love between two parents was of secretive design  And ours was neither labored nor acquired  Drunkard spender dad  And so mothers leave the bad  But you will always be a little side of me  From the woman to the world and to the womb again  We return when it burns and it burns amen  As we now descend on through another love affair  We question why it cannot be as then  The answer is but one  Fathers daughter mothers son