No Bulls-Hit

Pink rain fell on the matador's hat

As the bull she'd slain lay beneath her feet

Its mouth a gap its nostrils still flared

And its life and tearblood rushed from his splayed chest

No tears or words were used as slowly her blade was drawn from flesh

And when the spray of rain did cleanse the blood

The blade gleamed like cupid's cursed arrows

And the edges seemed sharper than its irony

She stood there with the bull's scarred heart lying out an offering

And slowly she turned claiming his death for her game

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First Star I See

Shes the one Id like to meet,
The Girl from my First Star seen,
But the nights been full of clowds
to dark to see,
left blind no light for me,
a black sweater pull over the night sky
and Im not wishing anything.

Till She came along,
Star above now Star on earth,
Took my hand,
went for a ride,
and we just watched the world spin by,
like two diamonds in the sky.

the Heavens open wide,
and In the cold black sky,
Stars once more begin to rise,
Smiling, it seems upon my wish.

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