She Don't like you..

am fine when it just
me and her
her and me. us two
just us two together
we're fine....

she likes it that way
and i do too i think
we sit together and eat together
every day. we smile together
cry together every day.

she loves my children and
they in turn love her right back
she has so much tolerance
and invention. in a second
she can assume the mind and
skin of a two year old..
and play as if a child..


am fine when it just
me and her
her and me. us two
just us two together
we're fine....

we go book shopping together
and clothes shopping, together
she wakes me up at dawn to tells
me the light is right for photography
she patiently awaits my arrival
so see can view the dailies..(the pictures)

but let me come home with a woman
let me even think about a woman.
dream about a woman..
shes ok with desire just don't let it
materialize into anything more.

when i have a date, she stands  silently
by my side wile we eat, arms folded
and the looking like she can smell sulfuric acid.
her every movement was under the microscope.
how she eats her mouth open or closed
chatting away without a care in the world.
her finger nails her ear lobes.
she would always find fault.
oh so carefully drawing a X on the napkin.
i look down i guess it a no them? she smiles back..
its a no she says..


she bound to snore in bed.
or be selfish or some other
inconsequential detail..
she has never really like any woman
i have bought home, her
OCD
is killing every relationship.
i am arrested in her arms.

she drinks more that i do
she wants all the drink all the time.
it helps us sleep it helps us sleep
it helps us sleep.. she says..

other girls cant drink the way i do she says
when i take the other girls out.. she says
watch her she drinking all the drink...
theres none left for us.. but honey shes
only had one glass. she says it better when she gone..


am fine when it just
me and her
her and me. us two
just us two together
we're fine....

she make me kick them out all of them
out the door a dont come back  she says
in my voice. i slump on the bed lonely
again.. she comforts me and offers me a drink..

i say Art i love your the soul to all my
creativity my muse my drive. my compass
but you need to lets me

have someone, some one to hold..
some one real with flesh and blood.
with there own life..and imperfections not
a painting  but  some one who will
turn this stone heart to a butterfly...
some one to grow old.....with.

she said take her and i will leave...
it just us two. i'll never hurt you..
am here. just look in the mirror..
am right here..



am fine when it just
me and you
you and me. us two
just us two together
we're fine....?