Aerosol Emotions

Up in a puff of smoke, down with slug of caffeine

Shining like crazy diamond,

Love feels profane

I hate the feel of aerosol emotions, bursting in a spray;

Crawling on my skin, never seeping in too deep

Fake passion fills my dreams

And a languorous silence fills my sleep

Aerosol emotions dot my forehead

And their sprays wet my moist heart

But the serious passion, pining, is unquenched

I’m done with fake showers, I need to be drenched!

Busting at their seems, desires fill me with hope

And a dread of not being satisfied;

Somewhere dithering, a little flame is struggling

Sprayed with fake love, the flame has died

Take away your passion

The spray of emotions,

That dot my skin like a fake shower of rain;

I want a downpour

A tremble when the wave crashes onto a hungry shore

Not a spray of aerosol passion,

Rigged with naked deception,

I want to feel my soul burn inside of me.

I want a peaceful slumber not a fitful sleep

I want real passion, flow from my eyes

I want to touch that deep spot that defies all reason;

Pure bred, naked passion

Not a canned spray of aerosol emotions.