a logical lament

if only
i could massage it in
like body lotion
or spray it
on my straight from the shower
scrubbed and rubbed
soft towel dried
self
like dark temptation
guaranteed to keep me
sweet smelling
and endlessly attractive
for at least twelve hours
unfortunately
that is not the way
life works
logic is an acquired taste
requiring thought and effort
indeed even on going
logical application
and so
i am wont to remain
impetuous and impulsive
allowing no more
than an occasional
auction house nod
to logic and her minions
for there is no logic in love
love lives beyond those boundaries
rubbing shoulders with passion
and insanity


Copyright © 2011 by Eryll Oellermann