In the moonlight
I see Brendan
Looking at me
Eating Pokes
The arboretum
I would meet him
In the moonlight
See his smile
To be with him
Is a treasure
Without Brendan
There’s no pleasure
His skin glistens bright
He’s a lone star in the night
A sudden tragedy strikes
In the form of a guy on a bike
Jealous of our Poke stick love
Brendan’s sphincter, what I dream of
The arboretum
I would meet him
In the moonlight
See his smile
To be with him
Is a treasure
Without Brendan
There’s no pleasure
He put me under a love spell
He’s my lone star in the night