The Gloves Are Off Poem by Michael Patrick King

I know you're in pain
But pain is a blessing
'Cause it doesn't hurt when you're dead
I don't know for certain, okay
I'm just guessing
But I think it's all in your head

I don't mean to stop
Touching your body
Until you've no body to touch
If you push me away
I'll still hold you softly
I don't think that's asking so much

I've spent too many
Nights holding my pillow
Instead of the woman I love
'Cause she has a headache
Or has cramps or feels itchy
Well, Baby, now push comes to shove

I won't be put off
I'm holding your life
In my arms for as long as it streams
After you've died
I'll go back to my pillows
Caressing your curves in my dreams