Let's Go

How far are you prepared to go in the
Pursuit of wild and reckless abandon?
Because I think it's high fucking time we
Scorch the sky like our joy was some new sun.
I want to set off something so stunning
Our names will turn to totems that future
Party people will invoke when gunning
For the greatest night of their lives. Let's tour
The border between too much and way, way
Too much. I'm prepared to make the edge a
Mere memory left behind, far away,
As we go hunting for the next hurrah.
     Take my hand and we will turn legends true.
     I could only have this much fun with you.

How He Does It

He comes equipped with an "ask forgiveness
Not permission" approach to boundaries.
He simply expects her to acquiesce
And if she gives him an inch, then he'll seize
Everything that lay before him, until
The word "no" finally falls from her lips.
Then his progress will halt, he will sit still,
His hands set like stone held on to her hips.
Though there is no forward motion, reverse
Doesn't begin until she demands it.
I can't comprehend how he can coerce
Them into giving more than they'd permit
     If he were to ask first, but I can tell
     It feels wrong to seduce with the hard sell.

The Gift of Johnny Irish

Cork seals the bottle that hangs from my neck
Where it was tied by a traveller three
Days prior. The tiny tincture's small speck
Of magic make it love potion, ready
To be imbibed by that special someone
And shared with me the moment we meet in
This dusty bacchanal. Oh then the fun
Will flow like fermented freedom and sin
Itself will stand awestruck at all we do.
So now it sits, resting against my chest,
Anxious for the moment it will bring true
Passion into this world. But it had best
     Be ready to wait a very long while,
     'Cause when I see her I'm too shy to smile.

Housewarming Blessing

Open this door as you'd open your heart
And step through this threshold prepared to smile.
You're in a place where silliness is smart
And the smart are fiendishly versatile.
This is a place where creation occurs,
Within these walls substance makes out with style,
Lost in the glitter and feathers and furs.
Where wisdom will find new ways to beguile
The beautiful and bewitch the brazen,
Inviting the muse and the inventor.
Are you ready to see all that lays in
Wait once you allow yourself to enter?
     You'll find a free-form feast for the fickle
     In the fabulous home of the tickle.

Oh Hell Yes

It's time to get in way over our heads,
To rush face first into the blinding light
With the full force throttle of thoroughbreds
Making the leap, holding each other tight.
It's time to roll around in the dirt of
The garden of eden, fucking in filth
So precious you can trade it for true love.
Throw out all sense of shame, all sense of stealth,
They should be able to hear us coming
And know, when we arrive, that they'll witness
Passion so powerful hearts are humming
In anticipation of feeling this.
     We'll love each other with pyrrhic fury,
     And we won't stop 'till we turn to debris.

She's Out There

I'm ready for the way that things will be
Once we have finally found each other.
I'm ready for the time we'll disagree
About the funniest way to bother
The missionaries at your door until
We finally compromise, deciding
That I'll wear the sequined thong and you will
Wear the gorilla suit. So stop hiding
In the potential and come out to play.
I'm ready for the inside jokes we'll share.
Ready to hold you as night becomes day.
Ready with the touch that will take you there,
      Remembering fondly when we first kissed.
     I'm ready to believe that you exist.

Can't Stop, Won't Stop

I am gonna make it through this year, but
I really wish I wouldn't. It would be
Much easier to pass than to face what
Is waiting in that dark future for me.
I can't comprehend how I will make it
Through twenty to forty more years of this.
But I know that I'm unable to quit
Even though I've lost my last chance at bliss.
Day will follow day, night will follow night,
And I wil be thrust through them with the force
Of pure inertia, and all of my might
Won't be able to stop me on this course.
     Life is long, with poor resolution
     I just want a permanent solution.

The Gift

I was once given a gift. It was two
Days after we'd had a huge fight and she
Surprised me. Almost too good to be true.
Dumbstruck at what had been given to me.
It was, quite possibly, her greatest act
Of love, and I knew just how much it meant,
Or at least I thought I did. Now the fact
That I was given this gift will torment
Me until my dying day. I still wish
That she had never loved me quite that much.
But she did, so I eat the bitter dish
And try like hell to forget the warm touch.
     The reason that gift cuts me to the bone
     Is that I couldn't earn it on my own.

Little Plastic Wrappers

Little plastic wrappers litter the waste-
Basket that hides in the corner of my
Bathroom. Little plastic memories taste
Of all the times that came before goodbye,
When he and she and they and me let loose
All the passion that was hidden within,
The way the sunrise would always seduce,
Pulling at them once we'd satisfied skin,
Leaving behind only little plastic
Wrappers, the waste meant to be discarded.
I'd trade every one for the fantastic
Feeling of waking up in a shared bed,
     But no one will trade for all my excess,
     'Cause little plastic wrappers are worthless.

Eden

Each of us has a garden of eden
Hidden somewhere in the plains of our past.
There was a place and there was a time when
Happiness hit heavy and joy was vast.
Now your memories can barely contain
All of the laughter you shared, and so it
Spills out as a grin that you can't explain
To anyone who wasn't there. We get
Our time in eden, but that time must pass.
And once we leave we can never go back,
Never laugh like that, never feel the grass
Between our toes. That joy we'll always lack.
     I've stopped searching for eden, I've lost her.
     Now I search for something even better.