Every day isn't Halloween.
So please,
Take off the mask for once.
I'd like to gaze your friendly face.

If you have one
Tucked away somewhere,
Next to Christmas decorations
And your emotion collection,
Extend an olive branch ,
Slide on your good personality
And knock my door down.

I'll have knives for hands
that day.

Keep me buried in berries
And candy and soap.

The umber curls atop your head,
That old poppy-tinted mane,
Knotted better than Gordius,
Knotted worse than my neck.