This isn’t a love story,
but close enough.
My heart is on fire
with longing and touch.
This isn’t my idea of a perfect Friday night
a long quick swipe, blood flow just right
like wine from a bottle I’m floating on seas
with witless misdirection I’m colored with ease.
Oh solemn protest of a brain gone bitter
sweet water I drink I’ll keep singing thinner!
This isn’t my idea of a healthy life
a long deep sigh with a cut and a vine
dancing, glittering, under my eyes.
My bodies burning. Flames subside
I’m always yearning
for a ride, a tide, a catch of moonlight.
This isn’t my idea of wonderful Sunday
a beer bottle empty another on the way
let’s drink these pills down and have another round
like a shot to the mouth so smooth going down.
Oh my heart aches building with tears
my lover so lost ending my fears
but back to the start on another cold night
I’ve got the passion, no fighting, it’s time to dine
with a key in my hand I unlock the light
dripping wet metal and a heart full of divine.
This isn’t a love story
but just as well
my light keeps on burning
I’m going to Hell.
July 16 2013