Trying to be more spontaneous with my writing…
My heart crawls through tar and gravel
in its quest for love grounded and earthy,
uninhibited and free to burrow roots through the soil—
get dirty enough to leave metaphor behind,
and abandon its natural rhythm
for something more…adventurous.
If wine be the food of love,
let’s move to shots,
and forget all the games and awkward poses.
Games have rules, and I’m not interested in playing.
I’d rather surrender up front,
and not have to worry about terms—
because you know what you want,
and, frankly, I’m yours.
But then I am the mixed message
I warned you about.
(24 November 2017)