oh boy we’re at it
again safely
divorced but
nicer than we used
to be
oh boy we’re at it
again safely
divorced but
nicer than we used
to be
Lover of my soul,
sweet day dreamer,
sing another lullaby and hem me in.
Lover of my soul,
sultry stares that linger,
blow another cloud of dust into the din.
Lover of my soul,
poison arrow fingers,
wrap me up in soft brown paper-
push me off and drop the anchor-
settle down
and with a frown
exhale a hymn.