I wouldn't mind a nice haunting
a ghost that sneaks in while I am asleep
holds my hand when I have bad dreams
and perhaps slips into bed beside me
holds me the way you used to hold me
cold but close....
I don't know
you're not dead yet, are you?

She takes creamand I sugarwe lie in dreamsof can we? could ya?but outside in the midnight cloudshe's all I ever wantedwe take long walks with the dogchrist, she exhausts me-we're down lanes and up hillsand when I catch her at the topeach kiss seems to change herI don't know this womanwe are just so intimate,I'd love to see into her heartbut maybe I already did andI'm just too dumb to tell wood from treesI know it hurts when she's not thereI have cream, and all this sugarand those dreams I mentioned?Get outta' here-I'd never dare tell her about all that.

I need a gun.
It is my first waking thought.
But it is very dark here.
I bang my naked knee on something hard.
The armoury is this way. I think?
My palms touch, rub, smooth bare metal.
And then a switch.
Light blinds me more than the darkness before.
I am bleeding.
My skin is raw.
The armoury door is locked.
And the lock is oiled with anothers blood,
and flakes of a different kind of skin.
Inside it's warm.
Machined weapons hold no animosity.
My choice is slick, almost pretty but I need a glove to hold her in check.
In pastures green, I have been led.
I have lain me down by still waters.  
There was no rod and no staff to comfort me.
But I have a gun now.
And a glove to hold her in check.
My raw and naked skin will pass you by.
My blood shall make rainbows in your peaceful waters.

When do the lines between like and love blur?
What are the signs of that teutonic murmur that changes I like you
into I love you with just one skipped beat of the heart?
Is it not imperceptible?
Whereas love at first sight brings all the boom booms and bang bangs of a new circus in town
this feeling I have now did not come with bells and whistles attached.
There was no proclamation.
As if I'd turned my back, dropped my guard and suddenly there you were.
Brand new.
And your smile did not bounce off my eyes this time but pierced,
a spear hurled to the core of a place I hardly remembered.
After that
I held you slightly tighter
kissed you a little harder
and wished for you a lot more than I'd ever wished for me.

:)

I got over her too
the little one with
almost
invisible scars in her face
and the cutest nose
and great ***....
who held my heart
in her hands
as planned
by
mice and men.

But I got over her

And I suppose
I'll get over you
you with the
prettiest eyes
silly lies
the most decadent
of post ****** smiles
but with that reluctant
penchant
to be untrue.

I'll get over you
it'll hurt
more than you know
but |I got over her
so I guess

I'll get over you too.