Without Love

verse1:
For guys I’m no competition
Automatic wingman full of ammunition
Magnanimous in my betrothed condition
For girls I’m not trying
A breath of fresh air as they drown dieing
In waves of pick up lines
offering dates, wines and dinings, fine things
Ladies sinking in the sea of inflated self esteems
Wondering if they’re not just seen as a piece of meat
I’ve got no stick to notch so they flock
they flock to float on me

chorus:
Without love you’re a doll
Without love you’re a ritual
Without love

Verse: 2
I’ve got the advantage
In getting to know and getting humanity
Getting sanity beyond the skin and the spit and the sweat
Beyond the skirts and the bubbles
Of bulges and breasts
Beyond the cleavage and zippers and bundles and beds
Beyond the pillows and satin, silk, and hot out of breath
Yeah that’s there and that’s human
I dare not impair the image of contact shared
Already ensnared by Vatican’s “sins”
and skin care commercial pin up girls
but the touch alone is dull and careless
without the energy that comes from union-
blooming of awareness
interests compared and tenderly cared for
Like a tree in the yard,
Bearing fruit when the soils not so hard.