Take a trip into my heart,
What might you see?

Idk probably some blood,
Maybe some veins.

Potentially even homemade stitches
From all the tears in my heart.

If you’re lucky,
You might even hold it.

But beware,
The barbed wire may be sharp.

Why is it there?
You ask.

Well,
Let me tell you.

Some of us need protection,
But it usually just hurts me too.

If you would but love me
All I am is yours

My heart
My soul
My individuality
My happiness
My meaning

All would be slaves to your thoughtless whims
If you would but love me

If you would but touch me
There is nothing I would not do

I would hold you
I would kiss you
I would lie to you
I would lie even to myself
I would cut my body in pieces

No suffering, no immorality would be too great for me
If you would but touch me

If you would but ask me
All I have would belong to you

My house
My treasures
My money
My time
My body

I could not pry them from your iron grasp
If you would but ask me

~
Holy smoke!

This is a drag.

Nevertheless,
I've come to depend upon it.
~

~
Wake, no wake

He dreams of obituaries
And toe tagging

Exhuming dearly departed dollars
And biting the nails
Of his cadavers

Forensically speaking
He can talk of the dead

He's one lucky stiff

Pushing up daisies
All over the yard
Of his rose cottage

This life at rainbow's end
Each day mortiferously expires

It's all there in the brochure
~

He trails.

He turns.

He falls behind.

But always discerns.

Fortunately our tastes for this
sort of life coincide,
except in the matter of sunrise,
which he likes to see up and dressed,
and I from my bed.