He takes out the trash, or makes dinner

thinks he’s cleaned the whole house

he’s not capable of being quiet as a mouse

full of self-praise

himself, he amaze

selective hearing and speech

sometimes hard to reach

never practices what he preach

loveable and incorrigible

he’s not interchangable

Hugging my pillow

it smells of you

wilting like a willow

I’m lost without you

He touches my cheek
as light as a butterfly’s wing
He sends tingles down my spine
with that look that says your mine

Fills me with bliss
gentle forehead kiss
Our fingers entwined
a silent message of trust

His gentle caresses
slowly undresses
Together in ecstasy
nowhere else I wanna be

Standing at a crossroads

not knowing which way to turn

one could be salvation

one crash and burn

No control over his life

drugs and alcohol addicted

all his vices self-inflicted

pleasing anyone who’d buy him a drink

not much lower could he sink

Rehab or an early grave

a decision he could no longer stave

to his addictions a slave

Something had to give

if he wanted to live

he was the only one that

could make the choice

he’d take nobody’s advice

he thought just one more

nobody’s keeping score

he died in a doorway

with a smile on his face

just one hit brought him to another place

Standing at a crossroads

he took the wrong turn

Penning naughty poetry

fills me with childish glee

pushing away boundaries

religion pegged on me

writing myself free