Not in love
Don’t even know your name
So why can’t I forget you—
What is this game?
That pretty ring
On your wedded finger
Keeps it real
So I won’t linger
Your eyes’re so fine
That promise you made
Won’t let you be mine
I’ll get the door—
Onto a future apart
Maybe in your next lifetime
You could take the rest of my heart
the downward curl of her mocking grin
is something to be avoided:
because you’ll lose your mind, lose your heart
lose everything you ever enjoyed;
as she fills your mind, fills your soul,
fills the reason for your very breath—
and you won’t mind, because in time,
you’ll lose your fear of death.
the slight crook of her mastering finger
is the signal of abandon:
give up the dawn, give up the logical,
as respite becomes a phantom;
she is now the sun, the all wise,
the purest crystalline alkaloid—
because of those eyes, those Cupid’s bow lips,
you’ll morph into her true android.
you will know the power of the Dark Side,
now her company is all you will ever abide.