Under the orange spikes and nose ring he almost looked


And he'd whisper

'how I wish you were a guy'

Into my ear, one hand on my breast

Because I'm the closest to g-a-y he'll ever get

And I watch him with the

Café' waiters


Brooding artists,

So hungry for a broken soul

Like me,

When I climb into her bed at night

And let her soothe me into



Without a care.

'I'd sacrifice it all for you.'"

11/28/2005 10:39pm