A Lust for Life

I’m the wind that whispers in your ear

And beckons you to follow

I’m the moment that’s worth living for

And makes life too short to wallow

I’m the carriage road with brightly colored leaves

That have laid down in the fall

I am the hearths and homes and wreaths

Your heart’s true beck and call

I’m the painted smile of the clown

That frowns when makeup’s faded

I’m the selfless, inward, silent frown

When in the depths I’ve waded

I’m the one who would die selflessly

But who does not know how to live

I’m the one who will apologize

When I’ve no dignity left to give

I’m your fatal dose of venom

I am Dionysus

I am Puck

I am the madman on the soapbox

Who no longer gives a fuck

I’m the crumbled $20 bill, you forgot was in your pocket

I’m your keepsake, I’m your ornament

Your heirloom and your locket

I’m the one who shouts, “Revolution!”

In a crowded city square

I am the allocution

Before the hangman kicks the chair

I’m the portrait of the paradox

The picture of enygma

I’m the minister unorthodox

I’m far above the stigma

I am scorpio rising

I’m flowers and I’m menses

I’m everything you love and hate

I’m derangement of the senses

I’m the sky

I’m the sea

The pirate

The padre

The poet

I’m made for you and you for me.

Take my hand and you will know it.