Especially with my head poundin

And lyin helpless on my bed

I long for you and your expert hands

To ease this white heat from my head



And you would boast that you knew

Oh all the pressure points inside

And you could just as easily kill me

Beneath the desire that I hide



But as your patient I knew

That your healing powers had grown

From a sore far far deeper

Than this heart of pain was born



With my head again clear

I think of words to send to you

To coax you back to my side

But always leave out "I love you"



Then through my front door

A picture of a faraway land

And to "With love" on the back

And once again I reach for my pen