The Still Nights Philosopher By John Patrick Robbins

 I told her sweetheart, there's nothing between us but the night.

And as for bad choices.

I prefer to react, rather than reflect  on what feels right in the moment.

Nobody's keeping score for we are both adults, no matter the childish games we play.

So let's drop the facade and take things in an  all too natural direction.

No talk about signs and l could truly not give a fuck  about the weather.

For the heat we can create as we can save the cool for the morning and skip the sugar laced farewells.

Why fantasize when we can spare the delusion and cut to the main course.

I never need an excuse.

Taste the pleasures and always over indulge.

There's nobody keeping score, let alone some invisible dude in the sky.

Besides if that said person created something better than sex, they definetly won't be sharing it anytime soon.

Hang-up's are for those reading what I'm too busy already doing.

If this life's a rocking, don't bother knocking.

Sayonara my darlings.

John Patrick Robbins, is the editor in chief of The Rye Whiskey Review.  His work has been published in Fearless Poetry Zine,  Lothlorien Poetry Journal,  Fixator Press,  Schlock Magazine,  Piker Press,  The Dope Fiend Daily,  Medusa's Kitchen,  Red Fez, San Pedro River Review. 

His work will always remain unfiltered.