On Meeting:
and if I define a man by his mind I should see it in his kind
eyes, are the window to the soul and if you let it roll past eight seconds
you might find the goal isn't really to know.
On Marriage:
To a degree the placement of filigree is something that I disagree is necessary,
but when you grow up with Disney Princesses it's hard to miss the diss of not committing
the social atrophy of
marriages leading to carriages in a world lost without empathy
On Affairs of the Heart:
I want my love to start like a Beatles song
the uncomplicated tune that rolls along
It starts because you held hands
not because we rolled through blankets
put up without patience
to explore vaguely familiar lands
of vulnerable nakedness
Can a man know my heart and mind?
I leave it behind all the time
Both of them at the starting line
I pick them up, dust them off and jam em back in
typically ready to begin again
Not this time with my heart and mind
They are doing just fine
beating rapidly, but I can't lie
how susceptible I am for things to go awry
All it really takes is that kind eye
It's there, I saw it in his stare, intense behind chartreuse fogged eyes
I know, it's not going to go, because it's easy to let your feelings show
when you've already made the right ties
Because you know
when two are in the flow, there's no need for a starting blow
to signal the beginning of what you've already shown
Conversation is the window
Yes!
It's a much sexier way to undress, using words instead of burlesque
