Why couldn't I have left you back at that creek,
Instead I have let you linger week after week
Your intoxicating aroma has now begun to reek
To merge with your essence this Alchemist did seek
Though tomorrow's outlook is much too bleak
No sorrow to be felt for I am much too meek
To let a solitary tear drop fall upon my beak
Nor will I let this bleeding heart of mine leak
As my Lord did, so do I turn the other cheek
For you bringing sin into my life just last week
I have to end this with some Bukowski speak
3000 miles away and I still could hear your bed creak