I want a trouble-maker for a lover;
blood spiller, blood drinker, a heart of flame.
Who quarrels with the sky and fights with fate.
Who burns like fire on the rushing sea.
I want a soul mate who can sit me down,
shut me up, tell me ten things I don’t already know, and make me laugh.
I don’t care what you look like, just turn me on.
And if you can do that, I will follow you on bloody stumps through the snow.
I will nibble your mukluks with my own teeth.
I will do your windows.
I will care about your feelings.
Just have something in there.