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
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