Again?

   


 I’m head over heels again
How the hell did this happen?
Feels good to be head over heels
Again… Yet not so

Much seems right
But I have the fight or flight
Response

Coursing through my body
Desperate for your body
Bare chested
Heart bare
Scared to death

Not weak
Nay but strong
With the courage to press on
At risk all along
Knowing it could be gone

In an instant
it happened
Now forever I hope
I’m trusting my hopes
Won’t be hung by Love’s rope

   
 

 
  

Love Snack at 3 am

 

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I want to consume your flesh
And become one
Like a serial killer
Not a cereal lover
But a lover in series
Never parallel
One path is enough for me

Straddling the fence
One eventually racks his balls
On the Billiard table of love
Scratch on the 8 ball
You lose

Scratch my back
And I’ll scratch yours
until it bleeds
And I’ll consume your flesh
From beneath my nails

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/ Except maybe you /

Nobody has ever known me completely
I could never expose
The few who got close
To the chaos that lay just beneath me

Out of fear
Fear of judgement
Of being called crazy

Degenerate!
Addict!
Stupid!
Worthless!
Lazy!

The root of all evil
Is not money
But me

I have always hidden
The whole and full truth
Wearing the mask
Mirroring the ideal
To the ¬†beholder’s eye
Smiling to their face
Muttering resentment
Under shallow breath

Star athlete
Advanced placement student
Perfect attendance awards
Mama’s right hand man
I was never connected to that persona
It was never me
Always me
But never me

The illusion of
Perfection is difficult to maintain
Fatigue sets in
Plates wobble as momentum slows
And gravity
Pulls them down to
Shatter on the cold marble floor

But now I am me
Emergent and free
I too, like T.O.
Love me some me!
And I love me some You!
For you are my Muse

I’ll do it all for you
And for me
And for us
If only you’ll sit next to me on life’s bus

We’ll ride to the beach
And then sail away
Into the setting of a glorious day
I never want this feeling to end

Through experience
I know that it just may depend
On how much we try
To stay our best friends