A deep
drink of you

and I
tilt back my head.

and drive till the
first light of morning breaks
this evenings
back.

I roll
down
my windows.

tear off
the rear
view
mirror.

nothing
in my past
that I ever
want
to see
face
to face

again.

let all
of your
adolescent
lovers
crawl back
and hide
under
your gypsy
covered bed,

like
puppets
dangling
from your
strings
of desire.

you will
not be
needing
them
again.

the broad
streets
and the
back
alleys
of your
hometown
lie
in wait
for your
feet
to kiss
them
awake.

time
to find
your
moment

and cast
aside
all of
your broken
******* jack
dreams,

that
were
never pretend
dreams
from somebody else's
dreams to begin
with.

come take
my hand,

slam your
front door.

let's dance

and love

again.

and pray
for love
at heaven's
gate...


no strings
attached.

When I
was a young
boy,

a girls eyes
were always
so beautiful
and pure,

then as a
young man
they seemed to
lose a little
of their
color and
fade.

and now as
an old man
their eyes
are mostly
broken
with sharp
edges and
wrinkled
spaces,

where the
tears of
life and love's
disappointment
came to dry.

but once
their eyes
were the sun...

and then the
*******
lovers came,

and left
them with
only shallow
words of
poetry to
cover and
mend their
souls...

and now the
sun hides
from view,

nothing worth
to see here

anymore....