the dog, the dog, he’s at it again

how to make the fire burn and how to tear out a heart. how to sing like thunder and how to fly, in a storm of feathers. how to dance on broken glass and how to break hearts, with your teeth. how to be both predator and prey in a single heartbeat, and how to make it last forever. guitars and drums and electric lights; all that was good. all that will ever be good.

for a woman who sings the songs of love, who loves to dance barefoot beneath the stars, who's lived and lost and lived again, who sees everything but hides nothing, whose hands speak without words— sing me a song, beautiful woman. make these words real.