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From the moment her eyes met mine
I knew that
I
was lost.
She is beyond beauty
the ultimate
in cool
detachment.
With her I can be
just who I am.
In the early morning and late at night we are
alone together
for an hour
at a time.
Me watching her
watching me.
And in her tender gaze I find
Peace;
the beginning
of true love.
But alas, the path of two lovers is never smooth and she is a very delicate and sensitive creature. If I become too demanding or dependent she simply stands up and walks out on me. And sometimes I am the one who leaves. Our intimacy begins to rub against me. I decide I want to “live” again. Take drugs, dance crazy, see movies. Go out at night and play with my obsessions and fantasies. I even crave a few hours of close wrestling with my demons. Let me suffer and have fun! And anyway who needs her? This relationship isn’t going anywhere anyway! And sometimes I think we separate because we just get bored looking at each other.
But it must be love because
I always come back to her
sweet and easy ways
and that sly little smile
of understanding.
Ms Mindfulness, please
be mine
forever . . .
Whoops!
I mean
for now.