Do you think if we met today
We could fall in love again
Or do you think too much time
Has passed underneath that bridge

Two lives at one time on the same path
Sharing such a tinder age
Coming to that inevitable fork in the road
Both going different ways

You with your family headed North
I by myself the West
Life with or without runs its course
Most times for the best

With both our runs successful
Playing out how it was meant to be
You with a husband me with a wife
Picture perfect families

I would not trade a minute
For all that I've been through
And I'm pretty sure if I asked
You'd say the same things too

Just a thought that popped in my head
While playing its age old tricks
If you and I were to meet today
Could we fall in love again

On the rebound
finding
bed
and
board
all found on the bounce
where the waste ground
looked inviting,

she saw and she
invited
I accepted
and too casually
I fell for her
she
fell for me,
stopping
just to catch our breath.

Serendipity,
fates collide
provisionally
and then
permanently fuse.

On another digit of the
digital day
the clocks don't strike
the lights don't strobe,
this is what?

I don't know if
it's in morse code
if the road I tarry on
is to Babylon,
what a carry on,

but a couple of dots
and maybe a dash
don't seem so hard
so
I'll have a bash

The crash will always come
like Stuka's out of the sun
you'll be
I'll be
shot down and krapped upon
or should that be not so
we'll go on.

All of the men I've met
Have wanted to know me
From the bottom up
They start at the toes
Treading lightly
Tipping towards in a dance
That is beginning to feel like ritual
After they pass the achiles
The speed increases
Only swiftly caressing
My cut out calves
It seems they think I might slice them
Then there are the thighs
Here they rest and gain reassurance
They burrow as if they will stay for winter
They start to cautiously creep towards
The cozy meeting place
And then they ******
Suddenly I am full
A capacity I have been yearning
A community event  I am hosting
The buzzing around, the coming
The, I'm coming
Then, the going.
All of the men I've met
Have only ever met me half way
They never nustle into my stomach
Or hustle and then halt inside my heart
They do not begin to beckon
All that is living in my brain
(Meaning all of me that is living)
They do not synchronize with my breathing
They do not braid their hair into mine
They leave me slick
They slide away in efforts i can't match
My muscles strain
They climb and reach a shallow peak
And then refrain
All of the men I've met
Well, they've left me feeling plain.

The most precious things are not always kept in vaults or in fortresses of princes or kings. Some of the greatest treasures can not be measured or given a value. The first kiss of true love or the first laugh of a new born child. These are things that no treasure can buy. A true friendship that has want of nothing but to just be, a life long love that can withstand the eternity. No gem stone or money can buy the value of these things. They are intangible treasures that are beyond the wealth of the richest man or the wisdom of the mightiest king.

Not going out
but
it's Friday
what's going on?
or
is it not about
what's on?

Minding my own
staying at home
the radio's on
there's a beer by
my side
watching myself as
I slide
deeper and deeper
nearer and nearer
to the end of an era.

Look at the facts
like attracts like
I like being lonesome
minding my own
some of the facts
are fictions.

Not going out?
yeah
like that's going to happen
not when it's happening
out there