For Night

If you wait for me I promise I will not disappoint, wont see them stare,

we watch them point, watch their faces red, call that medium rare.

Ask me if I care... My love is like herpes-

You may not always see it, but it's always right there.

I read it in her face, but I cant see her blush- skin the same color as her hair-

and I call her my contrasting color - the rest just don't compare.

It's everlasting, call her forever,

she is my diamond in the rough and I would love to cut her,

But blood is not enough, I think I need her tears for supper.

I never meant to hurt her, she cured me, maybe I thought it made her tougher.

Get it? Not likely, she might be the lady but mainly shes my Nightengale,

she shines so bright I can't see her face like wearing a wedding veil,

and I'm a knight in there, call me Lancelot, a little birdie told me like nightingale,

she wants to see me frequently but I can't a lot, so I have late nights a lot.

And I ask her if it's fair, then I pluck her pedals and tell her forget me not,

she says “Never, not in a million years.”

She elevates me, space man, so high you can never see me -

and up there I Dream a Genie - rub her, and see if she will appear.

Reviews

[Legion]

Pretty trippy this one. I like the racing feel to it when I read it. Got some strength to it. Kudos.