Who is the other man who fills your sleeping head?

Is it great exploits or steady ploys that stuff your empty bed?

Was it muscled arms or single harms that make you cling to him,

Like a ship's bright sail enfolding the gale as abandoned sailors swim?

Who is the other man who thaws your icy heart?

Did his gentle charm quell the just alarms you'd had from the start?

Did forgotten hopes act as soap on your wretched, unclean soul,

Or did a hand of oats from where he'd smote turn your mare into a foal?

Who is the other man who hides behind your smile?

Does he woo and say for you, he'd walk a endless mile?

Do vows made from cavalcade have meaning in the peace,

Or will the winds shift and bring forwith another heart for lease?

Who is the other man with whom I've met my match?

Did he wait and pray the night away for your lover's catch?

Did your head rest on his faithless chest when your world was torn in two?

Were those not your words that my ears heard when you proclaimed that: "I do"?

Who is the other man whose jokes have you guffaw,

Whose coy remarks and clever quarks could make gold from the straw?

Which fantasy can you not see from the anthology you've been bestowed?

What you fantasize is built on lies and about to implode.

Who is the other man who resides not in my mirror?

Have I ever lied to you my bride, my loving little dear?

Was I not even there in the depths of your despair to add my loving voice?

Have you forgot the pain I sought from you, all by choice?

Who is the other man who shoves me from your heart?

Is it the loneliness of my absent caress that drives us two apart?

Did I disappear when you'd fear that you would need me most?

What did I do to torture you and make our love a ghost?

Who is the other man for whom you pack your bags?

You once said you'd share my bed even it were of rags.

Now you're here collecting souvenirs like a prisoner on parole.

And you seem to care about what you wear but not my broken soul.

Who is the other man who makes me feel dead inside.

He loads the car and there you are, taking the final ride.

In a burst of dust I feel I must retch my love away.

But it burns deep down from foot to crown and leads my thought astray.

Who is the other man who left me all alone?

I know not him nor my sin for which I must atone.