A Friendly Face/Never

She’s a sweetness you can set your sights on.
Complete mess, autophagic python.
I’ve been fucked over with the lights on,
But learned lesions that are life long.
And all along,
I sang a song,
Of how to her I’m halfway drawn.
No doubt an outside perspective,
Would provide a little rest and give
A respective impression of situations selective.
She buried me,
‘neath backyard weeds.
But we both have needs.
So she saves me in a jar of dreams,
And pulls me out in times of trouble.
A friendly face to clear the rubble.
A painful game or shameless puzzle.
It all seems so strange from beyond the bubble.
So come caress me on this night,
or never.
She called out from her flightless feathers.
Seems I’m inclined to try the tide,
And wade amongst her weather.