Eros

My heart has grown pajama soft

Oozes, bruises, offers up secrets

Peel my ventricles like banana tops

Expose my prose in proper sequence

Off the cuff I'm rough, a grizzly cub

But my prayers are bare and only sung for Cupid

Cupid

So reply, Eros

Let fly your arrows

As I try to kiss the sun

And if Aphrodite's lips

Ask for tidy gifts

All tied up with a bow

I'll know that this is for

No one

I sing it wrong like campfire songs

Each verse a new curse, repeating the chorus

Mis ojos son mi corazó, leen las líneas de mi dolores

I'm not tough enough to suffer love

In the ways I craved when I was young and stupid

Stupid

So reply, Eros

Let fly your arrows

As I try to kiss the sun

And if Aphrodite's lips

Ask for tidy gifts

All tied up with a bow

I'll know that this is for

No one

I've got the body of a Greek philosopher

Who shares his love of food

And I've got the mind of a savant-geek-toddler

Who stares in awe of the moon

And if Fate thinks that you'd be a good catch

Would you sit under this thatched roof?

I did us a favor, an afternoon's labor

Cut holes in the ceiling for a scenic view

Of the stars beyond the vine

The stars beyond the vine

So pick up your bow and let a few go

Reply, Eros

Let fly your arrows

As I try to kiss the sun

And if Aphrodite's lips

Ask for tidy gifts

All tied up with a bow

I'll know that this is for

No one