Girls with glasses are cute
but that's only what I think
and she doesn't agree
so she's wearing contact lens
and she's losing them more
often than not
and the house becomes
a minefield
and we have the thread
lightly

it's just a small apartment
it shouldn't be that hard
to find them or the
one that got lost

when only one got lost
she would use the other
and cover her other
eye and look around
and point things and tell
me to turn them over so
she could take a better look

and I would sometimes
say "I told you"
but I no longer do it

I look under the cover
and the pillows
and the sheets
and the carpet
in shoes, under them
pockets, corners, folds
sink, toilet, tub

one day
she covers her free eye
and uses the other one
to look at her phone

"Really now?" I say
on my knees, searching
in shoes

she shows me her phone
and what I see is a bottle of
perfume

"Been wanting to get this
for a while now," she says.
"After this I'm seriously gonna."

I take a better look at the thing
and by gods
no
it's not a perfume bottle
not in that sense anyway

its description says
that you spray the things
you lose often with it
and your pet dog, being addicted
to the smell, will find them
for you

I drop the shoe down at my feet
and sit back and laugh
for about a full minute

When I'm done she's out
of the room

And I shout after her
"I don't believe in buying dogs,
I told you."

I don't believe in buying dogs
You either adopt them
or don't have them

but please, whatever you do,
don't ever spray stuff on the
stuff that comes in contact with
your eyes
okay?

As the embers glow in the roaring hearth,
my mind takes me far away;
To memories of a love so full,
I can feel it every day.

We cherished every moment like this,
warming cozily by the fire;
Our kisses deep as were our thoughts,
with care and intimacy inspired.

Until I knew that kind of love,
my life had never been whole;
And then you came to me one night,
with your happy, joyful soul.

Then years flew by as they often do,
and we traveled across the seas;
Your gentleness and kindness,
were like a welcome autumn breeze.

Then one day you tried to drive,
upon a high and snowy hill;
The blizzard raged and you were lost,
leaving me desolate as I am still.

So I light this fire every single night,
to reach you in the heavens;
But the embers fade and float away,
without your sweet protection.

One day I'll sit and wonder if,
you can see me while I wait;
To join a heart that captured mine,
beyond the sun through God's holy gate.

A trumpet fanfare,
the bull full of life runs in,
a ring of arches held by columns,
tiers of seats rise high,

in the shaded part,
the coolest place
away from the midday sun
they´re cheering in fine suits,

the bulls bloodied back
is burned black and baked dry
in an unforgiving scorching sun
and blood stained sand
saps his life,

sheer exhaustion, tormented
worn and wounded,

the matador poses
with sword held high
in a glittering suit and
sparkling pink socks,

it´s the same with the fox,
the murdering *******
feel it´s acceptable
if they dress up.... for the ****.