oh come ON, aren't we supposed to be
young and easy, something simpler,
something less likely to be sober??
aren't we young, aren't we young enough
to still play and still find toys
in the junk drawer, out in the gutter?
be a little easier, love, be a little
more likely to find rhythm in a day
lived without expectations, find
a peace with chaos, make friends
with the fact that you cannot stay calm
and stay alive at the same time!
there is no excuse, let your bloodstream
pound a beat that makes you quick,
let your heart push the sounds that
will make you run to open doors.
announce your presence, love, and then
swing those hips my way. yes,
you can shake your head as much as
you'd like, carry that sweet scorn around
in your pocket like a charm-- like
it works at all, like i will allow that--
bring your lips over here, bring your
fingertips and that little dance you do
when it's late and you're drunk.
you know, no one has ever regretted
playfulness in the way that sitting still
might be regretted; no one has ever
regretted finding treasures along the way.