i build her a house
she seeks no shelter
i make her dinner
she has no hunger
i pour the wine
she decides to not drink
i offer her love
and it is never enough
i ask what she needs
as she replies with a laugh
oh child
i have your soul
what more could i need
the idea of never having love again
is lost to the memories
of having loved
tall thin condo living
dark hair against turquoise sheets
a pure lust of profession
unlike a waitress
this broken love
dances towards me
in black and white boots
blushes when i whisper
sleeps when i wish
and wishes for lovely whispers
spoken from these lips
softness eludes her
evades her dancing feet
in a broken solemn bus stop
a mile west of kingston
distrust
distane
deteste
dislike
deter
the devil
doesn’t dilly dally
death
on the other hand
lingers
lonesome
longingly
right now this is beauty
in a clear dress
a one legged
half empty whore
let us open some old wounds
we could pour some salt in
and see who hurts the most
watch your step
love gets
slippery when wet
how i wish to be owned
hurt
cut
pissed on and slapped
choked
lead to the gallows
and sent to hell
by love
let her leave they say
and if she loves you she will return
these words are hard to hear
when she has you caged
behind bars the bars of her love
zebrasindenver 