Through arguments we drug our life
20 long years
You feign love, yet drown and warp it in duty

I yearn for you (?) or some one else to
Ease my female pain of yearn-link to feel
Infirmity and fear of fecundation

Renounce to life and bend toward piety without me

Excuses galore fine-tune my distress
Bust up and placate my keenest desires
Away and alone

Better off in self-architected loneliness
Would had it been the flip-side
In ten years I will leave you at seaInside looking out.