72 trips around the sun.

Think I'll just keep wandering...

Last Night

Just when I think 

I can’t be more 

bonded with you,

there you are,

deeper in my heart

removing knives

placed there by others

and healing the scars

with the very

Essence of Life.

 

My Burning Man

You say you’re not the man you were,

nor as strong as you used to be,

but believe me when I say

you’re more than man enough for me.

A glimpse of you on the dance floor

Still brings me to my knees.

It’s the way your jeans

sit on your hips,

it’s the soul patch

beneath that bottom lip,

it’s the swagger in your walk,

it’s your cool jive talk,

it’s the way your hands glide

from my back to my hips

when you spin me ‘round

And take me in a dip.

It’s the very essence of you,

My Burning, Manly Man.

Another year on 

The Wild Side, baby. 

Can you dig it,

cuz I can.

Don't ask, don't tell...

 

My memories of a man

Begin and end with you,

when you dug me up

from the grave

where I dwelled with the dead.

In a glorious resurrection

You healed my heart.

You left fingerprints all over my body,

handprints on my bed 

and rattled these old bones.

I’m not going back there

Until my name is on the stone.

So I warm your side of the bed

in hopes that you visit me

in a dream.

We’ve got a lot of living

left to do;

If you keep saving me,

I’ll keep saving you.

The Graveyard

I don't bury my dead;

I line them up on the bookcase shelf

Like hard earned trophies,

As if to say,

Look!  See here...

Once I was loved.

 

The Wild Ride

 That girl there 

was always a survivor.

She had a wild streak in her

that she traded for love.

She pushed it aside

for a sweet family life

and became someone's wife.

Then Life being Life,

it does what it does

and left her broken,

til one fateful slow dance

with a motorcycle cowboy...

And now she 

only loves

The Wild Ride.

The Jagged Heart

 

“Swallow the jagged heart,”

she said.

“It’ll cure all that ails you,”

as she pulled me to her bed,

into her tangled web

of pleasure.

“I’ll trade this hollowed out bullet 

for your pain,”

she placed it round my neck,

hung it from a chain,

filled it with some magic

and then she said,

“Come back next Tuesday

and I’ll heal you again.”

(my words written from His perspective,

lest you think it’s a confession)

Looking For You

I was looking more single every single weekend

Looking for a feeling to get my heart beating

Looking for an up all night long

The right kiss, right song

Looking for a sunrise leading to a sunset

Looking for a someone I can spend it with

Then it came around right out of the blue

And it turns out

Oh, I was looking for you

Yeah, I was looking for you

Song by Chris Young

Seventeen to Seventy

Bits of her remain

Not locked within my memories,

But in my every day.

I’ve been blessed and 

I’ve been sad;

Been as Luckey as my name.

If I had another chance

I would do it all the same.

As my Daddy used to say,

Hot Diggity Dog,

It’s been a beautiful day.

I’m still dancing,

Still romancing,

And I’m here to say,

Baby, I’m not finished yet,

So swag on over my way…