I.
she felt his touch and fire
burning inside her... a
desire that no one made
her feel before... she
asked if he wanted to talk,
smiling, he shook his head.
II.
her long distance eyes found
him in the crowd and feeling
sorry for anyone who was lonely,
his sweaty hands drew her closer,
she knew she wanted him forever
and did not want to know what
it would be like to be without him.
III.
there is always a moment of grief
when we lose our compassion,
a sense of despair in liking ourselves
and an apprehension to let that
feeling be violated with love.
IV.
a few good men were needed to
repair her broken heart but she
chose a boy who had no experience.
V.
free from the crowd and glances
a moment or two...
a paranoid rediscovering of youth
it it ever was a joint venture
or a company of two...
free from any other choice
looking for each other in private.
VI.
there were out in force
those so called
sympathetic bastards
who pretend at best
to care about our feeling
when all they want
is a quick trip to bed.
VII.
who were we this morning
that we couldn't be last night?
what will be left behind
when all the dust settles?
VIII.
from the womb we were brought
and to it we return each night and
forgive them for our obsessions.
IX.
our weekend tears are shed for each
other, then for ourselves and the
misery of what we have gone through.
X.
and all they have time to do
is read the sports page, seeing
if it was written as they saw it.
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