Hug Me

A plea for the Gods to send me someone who will hug me, just one lay low and stay with me, not to talk, not to listen, just to hold and be with me. watch the stars at night, playing hide and seek with the moon, and to hold as we make love in the pool. That's all I want, a romantic beauty, one who is damaged and heart pale, so I can be the doctor, the surgeon, to help sow her back together. I lived a long time, not knowing the difference between love and love and hate and hate and question after question, "Do you like me?" and "do you like me?" ramble on and on, like loose change in a penny pocket. I don't want a zombie, and I don't want a Barbie, I don't want stupidity and I don't want brains, I want someone to hold, not to take advantage of or to take advantage of, but some girl, some girl, some woman, to hold to laugh to hold to laugh and to hold with and to smile and to smile again and to smile again and again, how I feel, or how she feels is not important, not important at all... to see her smile and want to hold me, is good enough for me, no more, no less, that is good for me, good for me. A plea to the Gods, to not miss the tolling of an iron bell, to come home and to love by a warm fire, to hold and to hug all I want is a woman to love me, to hug me, to hug me, is that so much to ask for? That's all I want. No more bullshit about love will come in time, be patience, no more of those clichés, just give me the woman to hug me, hug me already...