The Renaissance Trap

Remember that time you came home to find me 
Asleep partly entangled
in the sheets
You said I looked like the Renaissance
You had to have me
or surrender your manhood.
And have me you did
till all the world was swept up in our renaissance.
You awakened new arts in me
you shamed my childish fingerpainting with your masterful strokes across the the vaulted ceilings of our cathedral

Darling,
I want to confess something:
I was never asleep