Hole Mesa Fangs

You're looking lovely as a holy font

But I ain't falling for your flimsy front so easily

Of course I'll cave and then we'll both give thanks

For the opportunity to tangle fangs again in your closet

There was never such a love

So star-crossed

I am awash in your tentacular void

And when that black hole

Ducked me like a fly fish hook

We couldn't tell where one began and the other ended

Hot damn and holy crow

I was stalking a Cthulhute

And getting careless with my canine teeth again

Kissed my forehead and she packed my bag

With the best damn sandwiches you've ever had and then

She has not so much as called command base

And I know I'm cryo-sleeping solo again

I'm huffing comet gas through my oxygen mask

So I can hallucinate happier thoughts and sleep through the night

Getting longer, don't you think?

"Witchcraft produces revelation"