To Build The Perfect Love
Well, first he had to build the Lab
Which was trickier than it looked
Suspending the chains from the ceiling alone
Took a whole afternoon
Then to find the pieces
To Build The Perfect Love
He took the eyes of the saddest girl that he knew
And the hands of the cagiest
The legs of the most graceful
The breasts of the most motherly
The brain of the funniest
And heart of the darkest
And arranged them in a perfect order
Not a stitch was shown
The skin was perfect, uninterrupted
Or maybe just good make up
And raised her to the storm
Coils flashed and beakers bubbled
Thunder and Lightning tore the night sky
To Build The Perfect Love
He lowered her to the floor
Kissed her (like in fairy tales)
she awoke, she arose
And asked one word 'How?'
He told her she was created out of desire
Birthed of electricity
But born of his heart
She kissed him deeply
And crushed the life from him
To go about the business of collecting his heart
Having her own desires
To Build The Perfect Love
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