There was something
truly special about her,
something that made
my spirit come alive.

Maybe it was her fresh smell
or the taste of her lips,
& her touch was so authentic,
even angelic.
When she hugged me,
I felt free,
sacred.

Then in an instant,
she was gone,
a ghost
who left me
all alone
& it hurt me to the bone.
I felt like cold stone,
it made me miserable.

And now years later,
I think I finally figured her out.
I guess she had to let me go.
She had no choice,
it was the only way
she could be like me,
so free & alive,
so practical,
so courageous
& oh,
ever so lonely.

It's never quite right,
those early
rushed
hangover mornings
with cold water running,
a dull blade
and those ****** nicks
on my lips
& chin.

She's all grace
on the outside,
speaks with the innocence
of the angels,
kisses with sunshine
& floats like heaven

But on the inside,
she's pure devil,
will set your heart on fire
& once smitten by her kiss,
believe me,
you're never coming back
from her sweet-hell.

Dearest girl,
there are things I must tell you
that have happened
they are happening
and they will happen

Dearest girl the world,
as so many have said,
is a terrible place
there are things like guns,
and violence
****
and it's justification

And all you can do is
breathe it out
and breathe it out
breathe

Dearest girl, the world,
as my mother once said,
Is a beautiful place
there's things like the sun
and it's guidance
capes
and flying to your safe haven

and all you have to do is
breathe it in
and breathe it in
breathe

It was our age of discovery,
pretty,
succulent you,
lying on your back
& me tasting heavenly things,
your delicious,
raw
primordial honey,
so yummy.

But your mom
didn't think it was very funny,
that compromising position
she found us in.

She never looked at me
the same
ever again
after that,
it was as if
I were a sinner.

i tried to write in a way that you'd like
words that filled your head
i wanted no more than the rain to pour
as we lie naked in your bed

my rhyming scheme is cliche
alike most of my thoughts
"you know i love you" i managed to say
and you replied "you do not"

Numbers really don't mean ****,
I write for the release.

Her lips **** cigarettes
& her mouth looks tasty,
she cares about nothing.

She struts
her soft tail feathers in my face,
I love her stripes
& black lace
& tight corsets,
those long legs
rock me.

Her lashes
accentuate her pretty jades,
the flowing curls tease,
they make me drop
down to my knees.

O, Sweet Jesus
please,
she's not like other girls,
I just know,
she's made for me.