Lavender and Leather

Underdog

I'm the infracaninophile you dreamed of.

I'm the one with the gun that dares you to take it.
I'm the lover with the kiss that makes you wonder if I fake it.
And here's a hint, sometimes I do.
Because I never make a promise if I don't think I can break it.

Did you see me on the metro? Did you see me on the line?
Do you get the feeling that we're somehow eternally intertwined?
I'll tell you this, I think it, too.
I'm the syrup on your brain, I'm the splinter in your mind.

In that state before you dream, when your bones lay weary,
When your lashes feel like dust and your eyes are bleary,
You feel my touch; I'm not in the room.
On the tips of your fingers, I'm like a gossamer query.

Wherever I am, you know I'm thinking of you, though.
Arched, I lay beneath the moon, my skin lit by its glow.
I dream in fits, do I call your name?
You'll never ask the question because you don't really want to know.

I'm the seed of possibility you need me to be.
All of me belongs to you and only you particularly.
I know you know, I need you too.
I didn't expect to want to live outside your mental reliquary.

Be my hero, my completion, my repletion and salvation.
And we'll be each other's fated and eternal restoration.
Close your eyes, I'll wait for you.
My unlikely winner, my incongruous delectation.

I am the infracananiphile you dream of.
And you are the man I need.