My man

My man

  

There is a man in my head

He belongs to the undead

He makes of me no demand

I see his prints in the sand

There is a man in my eyes

He never once told me lies

My hair he combs strand by strand

He makes of me no demand

There is a man on my lips

From them my poor soul he sips

He makes of me no demand

By my side now he will stand

There is a man in my chest

He feels, quiets all unrest

Takes sorrow I can’t withstand

He makes of me no demand

There is a man in my toes

My whole being now he knows

He makes of me no demand

My body’s such barren land

There is a man in my heart

Death will never make us part

Forever he keeps my hand

He makes of me no demand

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