The Loneliness of Man
Shall we cure the solitude with the warmth of each others chests
Where our hearts are crying out for comfort and arms too bare to bare
It’s innocent, until it’s not
When the hands creep a little too far for chastity
But it’s nice, you know?
Maybe just one more time
And maybe another
Just one last time
And maybe…we should stop
Before the addiction curdles our veins with anger and jealousy, when dependence is undeniably toxic in the clouds of intoxicatingly sweet, sweet scents
Of wine and cologne and botanical bliss
But with a coffee in the morning
And one last goodbye
I wonder to myself why?