You're lookin' lowly as a holy fawn
But I ain't falling for your flimsy front so easily
of course I'll cave and then we'll both give thanks
for the opportunity to tangle fangs again
in your closet
There was never such a love so star-crossed!
I am awash in your tentacular void
and when that black hole took me like a fly fishhook,
we couldn't tell where one began and the other ended
hot damn and holy crow!
I was sucking at cthulhu teat,
gettin' careless with my canine teeth again
She kissed my forehead and she packed my bag
with the best damn sandwiches you've ever had
and then went quiet
She has not so much as called command base
And I know I'm cryo-sleeping solo again
I'm huffing comet gas through my oxygen mask
so I can hallucinate happier thoughts
and sleep through the night--
They're getting longer, don't you think?
