do those howling guitars make me

horny or is it the hormones

or your lickable smile

I was never into Manowar that much

but you must have noticed

my eyes, my lines

my secret is out in the open, râz-e

penhânam—luckily he isn’t here

for the infatuation evidence

luckily he will not read these poems

about how close I feel to you, how

much we share – village people

breaking with their roots, and I live

like a turtle too though not because

of Doom; I wonder how she made you

fall in love and kept you all those

years, I wonder why I stayed. Sadistic

Goatmessiah take the stage, I go

berzerk, I am alive, I’m puzzled as to why

you know the thought. Be grateful somewhere

there’s a someone who can stand you.

back to the riffs, back to the night, I

know I laugh and touch a tad too much

but it seems fine

my cheeks glow in the dark your hair finally flies

for a thousand-year-old you’re

damn fucking pretty with those gentle doe eyes