Many A wasted Wednesdays

What don't you feel
Mother of love,
........So pure and soft
To sinless touch
Will not fold in arm
Unworthy hands such,
Broken in
Spirit
Provided, work with sun and moon
Lay watching you in peaceful sleep
By twilight space, blanketed figures
Caressed in shape of spoon.
.......Creeping through a day
Setting up, onslaught nights
Where tame of flesh disturbed
Surrender, Defend?
Obey, upend!
Quick fingered tappestry weaving fates
Goddesses of remaining days
Left up to their judgement
Our love.

..........Of course tis not the same
Tip toeing obstacles
What once was romance
Now an unfun game,
Oh lover, children's mother,
Shuttered out
An unfair amount of time
playing angles as friends
To...in the end
Get mine.

..................Doesn't feel very victorious,
When you....................are without a win