Dichotomy of One

I like them hot but I dabble in the cold
the thoughts of a child but eyes that are old
love my music loud but soft whispers of love
the beast of an Eagle the beauty of the Dove

things that are simple but ideas of Gordian
the rock of a guitar the polka of an accordion
a fancy Italian suit and old faded jeans
thick juicy prime rib and ham and beans

keeping low minding my own world
dangerous stunts to straighten hair curled
mindless sitcoms not needing a look
immersing myself in an intricate book

tall gorgeous blonds with really long legs
petite redheads with a set of lips that begs
a shiny new Gibson a beat up Alvarez
a fancy top hat and a soft satin fez

I am so simple that I am complicated
I understand nothing and everything related
one more day with you is my thought for real
I never tire of telling you how you make me feel

Gomer LePoet ....