At the Motor Inn by the Airport
Love is an ergonomic pain remover
To obliterate the obvious
While sorrow sears through your heart at the speed of light
The urge to merge in the fusion union is all we have left
Dance the libido boogie, to a distorted rhythmic engulfment
Swaggering between disappointment, guilt and desire on the tightrope
Of the unrelenting pull of the primal directive
Hoping tomorrow’s encounter is heaven’s scent
And not lust in love’s clothing
A mere sexual transmission
Another labor of lust
The woman was a fetching, intoxication brew
Her spiritual smile meant instant conquest of all she surveyed
Make me soft again, one last chance at salvation
Mold me, make me whole once more
I’m just a failed romantic, abandoned by love
In the here and now, it’s Eden or bust
Organic love that fits like a glove
As time stampedes on, burying all behind it
Emotions, best kept under wraps, linger on
Battling rationality all the way
To spite my lust, despite my lust
Eternal obsessions are our claim to fame
Scavenging through the ruins
I have been inconspicuous by my absence
I spare no effort in attempts
To skywalk though the suffering
I have known the heights of happiness
Along with the depths of despair
How else can one distinguish the difference?
Hearts are broken, but keep beating
Bones are crushed and can mend
But what of the spirit?