Addicted to Love

Addicted to Love

I'm addicted to love

I don't have an excuse

I could lie about it

But what'd be the use?

A chemical cocktail

It's my super-juice

Love is my foundation

A key, not a noose

(chorus)Addicted to Love

It's Not a Crime

Addicted to Love

All Love--All the time

It's the thrill of attraction

The thrill of the chase

And memories tender

Which time can't erase

The sound of your voice

The light when you smile

The touch of your fingers

Thrills me all the while

I never get tired of looking at you

I'm constantly happy that you are my boo

And if any of this

Should ever change

I know for certain

I'll love again

© Imo Music 2009

I AM HERCULE

Unencumbered by Science/

Or any appliance/

I check out my world/

Like Hercule Poirot/

Low tech methodology/

Combined with psychology/

Exposes a universal mentality:/

We all want freedom/

We all want health/

We all want love/

and lots of wealth/

We all want looks/

add a dab of charis/

that's the human condition/

the way it is

The human race/

Puts on a good face/

Kindness and courage/ are commonplace/

Simple love is what keeps us on track/

Which is good, because there's no going back

It's well that it's an expanding Universe/

With all my love encrypted in verse

I never learned to be brief and terse/

A long-winded Imo/

For better or worse

© Imo Music 2011

April 10, Mill Valley

Some Sunday Rhymes

Mellow Sunday Morning

You are completely mine/ And that goes for all time

We both feel it's fine/ That our hearts align

Something has birthed itself/ alive as champagne fizz

Transmutation through union/ shows that love is all there is

That devil in the details/ need not apply to us

Nor the definitions/ which cause so much fuss

There may be no label/ For our dual experience

But mutual affection/ Is the feeling which takes prominence

We may not have a future, a present, or a past

But knowing that you're loving me/ Is all that I could ask

I burned another pot today/ While writing my poetry

Cooking takes a second place/ when thinking of your face

My love is existential/ perhaps a bit minimalist/

Yet the tingle is no swindle/ imagining your kiss

The honor of your regard/ remains a compliment/

A dyed-in-wool romantic/ is this what was meant?

On this Sunday morning/ I drink a loving cup/

If you had not appeared in flesh/ I'd have to make you up.