He holds me close as the summer sea
And shouts when I leave his touch
He flips the coins and cuts them in half
His whole being is a rush
To him, life is a running gag
A tale of crimson red
He chokes me in his dreams and then
He sobs : 'Just shoot me dead'
In the morning, a rose sleeps on my chest
With a card from him that says:
"I'll be home till 9 P.M.
Please don't go away"