february 2008 for another

numb, just absolutely numb am i

she had been gone for many a year

her hair soft and very drifty

a cold feeling in her heart

she wasn't heartless 

heartless was he

i am a fearful kettle

boil me down till i scream

a sheep stained bloody mess

i cannot lose sight of this jury

but i want to run after you gentle horse

and tease your tail until you whinny

take me off the burner,

pour me out and put

herbs into me

let them seep into my veins and drink me up

for without your given gifts

i'm just hot water.