Insouciance

Insouciance
if you do not know the meaning
you are probably to busy
selling your life for money

Let me tell you a little secret
nobody really has a free pass
but romantics are on to the farce
and don't waste time on the proving ground

We're ready at the drop of a hint
to loose our wiles upon one another
I'll tell you mine if you'll tell me yours
and we savor the in-between

Ever ready to part our needs
we stroke our tensions
into a pliancy of desire
as subtle as the dampness of an imagined kiss