no I don’t think you get it. you’re my, my, my, my lover. my heart, my hips, my body, my love. my time, my wine, my spirit, my trust. my only one, my smoking gun, my eclipsed sun. my twisted knife, my sleepless night, my winless fight. my only one, my kingdom come undone, my broken drum. take my hand, wreck my plans, that’s my man. I made you my temple, my mural, my sky. sorry for not making you my, making you my, making you my centerfold. I’m fine with my spite and my tears and my beers and my candles.



















