Like lightning
You dance in the darkness
Spreading yourself in all directions
It's hard for me to elude you

I'm captivated
Robbed of my soul
I serve you my blood dripping heart
On a plate made of star fire

I'm sure you have a whole collection
All propped up on dusty shelves
shriveled and dried up
lifeless little beasts

I wonder
Do you ever take them down
And think about the broken rib cages
About the intercostal spaces
Where you pressed your fingers deep

Do you think about the moon
And the stars during the gloaming hours
About the time the night sky covered
all our sins like a blanket

You can't hide from me
I saw your hollow face the night you
hijacked my soul

You ripped into me like a ravenous hyena
Laughing, laughing, laughing
As you left me there to rot.

There's a part of me that hates you
Hates that she has your morning smiles
And I have your drunken kisses
She gets the title
And I just get ****** (In more than one way)

Part of me wants to slap you in the face
And break all your wine bottles
Throw your favorite ash tray at the wall
Then walk through all the glass

There's a part of me that craves you
I want to straddle you and kiss your neck
Tangle my fingers in your long hair
And whisper "**** me" in your ear

Part of me loves you
Loves the dizzy drunken nights
When you tell my I'm your kryptonite
Loves the way you dance with me
And hold me close
Loves the way your eyes explore me
And your hands shortly follow

But most of all
I love how in a room full of people
It feels like it's just you and me

Then the phone rings
And I'm reminded that you are not mine
I know the moon can't always have the night
And the stars don't always get to shine

I just want all the parts of you
But she has your heart all the time

Full like a harvest moon
Your lips hang lazy
Waiting, anticipating
For a gentle breeze kiss

Your kisses are violent
Full of anger and hate
They leave me bruised
****** and confused

I whisper "Lover, slow down."
But you're out in space
Your body moving fast
And your mind in another dimension

Love me.
Love me the way a mother loves her child.
The way the flowers love the sun.
Love me the way a painter loves a blank canvas.
The way the birds love the wind.
Love me the way the stars love the night sky.
Simply.
Love me.