Hickey

He hated to shower
 'Cause he wanted to smell
 What was left of the girl
 That stayed at his hotel
 Still the water was warm
 With the soap in his hand
 As he halted the process
 Just to stare at this man
 In the dark of his room
 Right after his nap
 He buried his face in her pillow
 Then he stared down at his lap
 A small circle of miracles
 Surrounded his head
 That ranged dark blue
 All the way to dark red
 And in honor of this new affair
 He bought some socks and some underwear
 He was feelin' so sporty and lookin' brand new
 To cover up his invisible tattoo
 To cover up his invisible tattoo
 The marks on the carpet
 Matched the lines on his head
 As he was ready to sleep
 And he turns down the bed
 Removes all his clothes now
 Lays them on the floor
 And slips under the covers
 He hears her key in the door
 His eyes blink for a minute
 His lids open and close
 A cool warmth fills the room
 He feels her chest on his nose
 His brow brushes her navel
 His hand follows her hips
 His neck jerks on the pillow
 Feels the touch of her lips
 In honor of this new affair
 He bought some socks and underwear
 He was feelin' so sporty and lookin' brand new
 But not as good as this invisible tattoo
 But not as good as this invisible tattoo