posted January 14, 2007 04:39 AM            

My Something Good

I might not understand
The depth and the desire
But I will latch onto it
Like your living fire
And try not to analyze the pain
That comes before the loving
That letting go feeling
So pure and revealing
You make it so easy
I like to rile you up a bit
Like nothing’s worth working for unless it’s imperfect
And you are such a ‘perfect’ mate
That fate gifted me with
And of course, I never feel deserving
So I mess up
Even if it’s inside, it’s there
And so sometimes I push you away
Though you understand, finally, my say
sometimes comes from the parts that don’t matter
But the parts that do are vocal too
Only sometimes not directly at you
They are there when I glance at your lap
When I give that ass a playful slap
When I thank you for your clarity
Even though I only wanted to talk, you see
But you fix it, like my personal carpenter
Nailing in my tacks with tact
Might as well be crucified,
you know I’ll give some back
I just know what I lack
Better than anyone can tell me
So I stop the diatribe
The lessons and woman’s ability
Enough so you’ll just look at me
And see my apology
Clearly in my eyes
And I take your hand,
Woman to man
We’ve been through it before
I will kiss those pillow lips
The same ones for all these years
And my unmatched tears
will still flow,
Even though I know
You are forever
And even more
If it is within, then it is without
And I am without so much
Your eternal optimism makes me grateful
That mine is only surface but I have yours to feed from
So the next time I go away
Inside
You know you don’t have to hide
I know you’ll stay
No matter how many times I go away
That is durability
And stability
My moon is in tranquility
When this arrangement is met and understood
Yes, you are my something good.

posted January 14, 2007 04:53 AM              

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