I'll Pass

When men speak of love... I'll pass
When they assert power is an aphrodisiac, I'll pass
When people speak of intellect. I'll pass.

What I love is the way my hair falls across my eyes.
What I love is the softness of my own skin.
I love the phrase "navel gazer;" that's what I am

I understand it's not enough to live. But it's what I have right now.

It's what gets me through the drunken mornings and the drunken days.

It's what I have.