Taking Devil's help
I lock my self
in the shelf

Friend* when you pronounce me
the word takes a tongue
licks my mind vigorously
breath takes it to the lung.

How I die for that one word
and would anything spend
just to have it from a voice heard
one breath calling me friend.

Friend once from your tongue rush
pumped out from beat of heart
break the dam rivers out-gush
make me your inseparable part.

Friend once you utter tie me with a lace
tender yet not brittle like glass
remind me in love we belong to one race
break down all barriers of class.

It doesn't anymore take
a red petaled rose
I need just a headache
to draw my love close!

Love is such a strange affair
when pain throbs in my head
takes me her hands under care
she flies me quietly to her bed!

Her fingers do passionate caress
play in my hair hide-n-seek
many watts powerful than embrace
unheard words of love do they speak!

My ache her fingers understand
love potion they spread in my hair
when kisses her hand each strand
I wonder if ever a pain was there!

I don't need anymore a red rose
now something else does it take
it entices her to come really close
when I suffer a bout of headache!

My skin is ******—
John Moffatt, with scorpion chest,
  .  .  .  Reads with a mean wit.

Dark sound raven makes,
Chortles top fir tree, haunting—
Druids incantation.