Hair By The Roots

I could fall into you in so many ways.
Being in the same room as you makes me smile.
The way you love and hate with such ease,
You don’t need anything
But you know what you want
And if I can be on that list
If only for a day
Then color me happy
Color me lucky
Color me the man who will take advantage of
An opportunity to open your love gate
And see what is inside.

Because, really, I don’t need you
I don’t need you at all.
But Lord do I want you.
Oh how I want to straddle your lap
And hold your face in my hands
Just to give you tiny kisses and stare at those
Beautiful eyes, so empty of need and full of my desire
Just to watch you want me
And devour my ego
Like an appetizer
Flawlessly showing how much I want your touch
You nails on my skin
And your sounds in my ear.

Its’ been so long since I’ve loved the way I should
Its’ been so long since I’ve been loved
Instead of needed
It been so long I don’t know how to contain myself
Or how to give you a slice when you are the whole pie.
How do I stop myself my from falling into you and
Consuming every last breath
When I am nothing but a parasitic love hound
Scratching at your door
Ready to worship your body as my temple
And watch you beg for my energy
As I fill up your empty reservoir of need
And wants
And desire
Exploring the deepest crevasse until you have
No place to hide.

Guns Blazing

This is where things get strange:
The limbo of now and then, with
Used hearts and worn minds, exhausted
From their travels. I can finally picture my
Life without you while admitting my mistakes.
And yes, this is an open letter to You, You, You, and
Her. They may as well be one and the same since
I will see your faces in the rear view mirror,
Where objects are closer than they appear,
Their good side now on the other side
And love notes that are backwards unintelligible
So the message is lost with the intention intact.

I go this way, not that way, and how quickly.
I should have prefaced by saying that this is not
My road to happiness, my utopia of harmony
Or my soul mate carrying me into the sun-kissed distance.
If that were to ever arrive then my jaded heart will surely
Sleep in and miss that train, since my fate is to walk the long mile
Noticing every last detail along the way, with
the trash on the side of the road
next to the sweet succulence of the flowers
as I spend my time creating myself
without your influence or superfluous luggage.
Last time I checked I entered this world alone
And I will be buried in a one man casket, so if you are next to me
Then I have to ask you for a light and a thought as to why
The sun looks so damn good tonight, going down on
the last day of the year, Blazing eternal flames for my lifetime
but a possible supernova catastrophe for a distant generation who
May live to see the provider of Life finally say
I’ve had enough and I’m all out of hot gas:
This is my beautiful implosion and I will fuck shit up
From here to eternity.