boxer's lament

Honey
I am not afraid of you
go ahead
take a swing
I've already been loved
to death
I dance like a ghost here
background music
for the sight impaired
It'll take a hairier hand
than some sad song
to bring this life
back to breath
Go on
turn on your dime
life is short
and lips divine
I'll blow you dead kisses
as you run scared
somewhere
laugh at the memory
of him
hoping for blood
and finding dead air