Church Girl

Her daddy's no good
Her daddy's a liar
So she loves bad men
And hates good and bad alike.

There's no place for a poet within a heart like that
Dark, angry, controlling heart

Built upon fear.


Oh, but I could love her like no other
I know her heart
Felt its subtle refusal
Bled for her comfort.

Alas she cast me to the wayside
Treated me like a sinner man unworthy,
A stray dog,
Good enough only for scraps of friendship,
Fed out of site,
Under the table
Not worthy of a single kiss.

Oh, she treated me with shunning
Would not take me in public
Not even for a stroll
As if I had the mange; incurable, contagious disease.

Well I do my love
I possess a romance in my heart
A catching fire

Scar-carved by passion deep,
Beneath my pulse
A wound where all wonder resides;

This is what you fear my dear
The shadow of your own dark heart
Cast upon you from the blaze of mine.

I could set you free
If you would come to know me...


No my dear I will not compromise your virtue
Never would I want what is not freely given
Nor would I be impatient of the marriage bed

But you have built a wall around what could be,
Tucked yourself away
And so I must take my leave
Forlorn, subdued

One day
When the bad boys really turn out
More bad than fun
You will see
A good man in me

Games

She says she's still mad at me
But she forgives me anyway

Oh, the redeeming love of a good-hearted woman!

I came passionately dressed
She came passionately aflame
I could see the anger as a rose in her cheek
Burning fire...

I was jealous
She seemed innocent

I tried not to let my eyes give me away
I wanted to look at her
To know how she feels

I saw her look at me out of the corners of her eyes
She stood back against the wall
Defiant

I left early
I had taken her by surprise
Though this was all by chance

She reached out through the night
Called me on not apologizing to her
I told her she beat me to the punch
I was giving her time
Who knows her rhythm?

And now I see her again
Through the distance
Delicate