Ode to Spike or
How to Finally Stop Nursing a Broken Heart and Start Finding Cute Guys Again!
(With apologies to Poe)
Once upon a midnight dreary
While I drank a lonely beer, he
startled heart's emotions that I heretofore had put to bed.
No more pain, I'd huddled, swearing,
Cold inside and way past caring
yet his eyes now have me daring, baring thoughts of thaw instead.
Maybe there lies hope ahead.
Suddenly a "hello cutie"
Opened up a world of beauty
In the face and body of a lean and cranky vampire guy.
Curling toes and stomach flutter
Came each time I heard him utter
with a voice like melting butter, butter dripping down my thigh,
"Hello cutie" (Heavy sigh)
Warily I mused "who's blondie?"
How is it that he has conned me
into thinking that perhaps I'm not extinct-girl after all?
This is fun! I feel I'm waking -
as from sleep. Life's for the taking
What's a heart if not for breaking - One can't risk life at a crawl.
Sometimes soaring's worth the fall.
I watched on. Some sexy kissing,
God, look at what I've been missing,
Time for healing's over missy, get thee hence out on a date.
James' Spike in all his glory
Adds a chapter to my story
Positively feeling 'whore-y" - hell, I'm only forty-eight!
I've got things to celebrate.
So, dear James, your craft's a gift,
It gave this southern gal a lift -
A jumpstart from the foggy painful murk a broken heart can bring.
I understand Spike's only fiction,
But you see, that british diction
Brings to me a certain friction, causing inner cores to sing.
Thanks to you, I've taken wing.