Dive into the mere nothingness of vast blackness

  dead sky

  and lonely chambers

  that I once knew

 

I can buy you a music personality

  make you a hand puppet

  and give you my puppy dog eyes

  under my skin

 

I’m just a scratched hunter

  insecure of pleasure

  underdeveloped in the area of redness

  and silent in timely hopes

 

Let me breathe

  and push me away

I’ll find you under trap doors

  and beneath the sea

 

Become forbidden with me

  tear yourself away

Become silent with me

  and lay under the stars

 

Let me in

  and you’ll be my magnet

I’ll find you under the rubble

  and beneath the flame

 

Become bitten with me

  surrender to your surroundings

Become bonded with me

  and smile with my smirk

 

I claim the moon to be yours

  it’s my gift to you

  the stars are for you

  all this for you

 

 

 

© 2000 David Greg Harth

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