(February 18,1991 / Cincinnati, Ohio)

Him

I am alone this night,
But everything is alright.
I don't know why,
But I feel like I'd die
If didn't have him tonight.

I listen to the ticking of the clock
Waiting for his lovely knock.
When he gets here he'll melt away my pain,
Then my body is his domain.
Let us hope that door will lock,
I don't want to explain.

(3-25-08)

by James Creamer

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