Blue clouds and soft notes and fingers down my spine,
The wood grain looks like thick rain and your taste is fine (so fine.)
Let the wind blow wherever I go, I’ll lead you where it’s safe.
On the long grass, off the stone path, we will wander until it’s late.
You will hold me up, by the bull’s horns, by the headstrong heat in me,
I will push back, until you realize I am trying to make you make me bleed.
Ghosts will skip out from the closet, try to play with you and me.
Skeletons will rise out their graves, try to trick you so you leave.
I am so afraid of you but if you leave, I will cry (cry, cry, cry.)
But if you walk out, I will lose it, I’ll join those skeletons and die.
Hold my gold ring, while I go sing, kiss the doctor under your nose.
Don’t get mad, dear, this is poetry, you’ll know we’re real when it’s prose.
I saw an alien in my bed once, he whispered the secret of life.
He told me life is but a chess game and love is but a knife.