So Over It

She said it was just a part of her past
But now and then they were still in touch
He is an Ex that long ago moved out
And after, only a casual situationship, as such

She wants sometimes to hang out with him
Says he is now just “one of her friends”
Doesn’t mention anything to me, until I ask
Of how their day together actually ends

She admits that he got touchy and expected sex
But claims that nothing happened
I really don’t know what to think
But feel betrayed and saddened

What did she think was gonna happen
Alone together on her bed watching TV?
I ask her in bewildered disbelief
How do you think it looks to me?

Yes, what’s in the past is in the past
I’m not gonna be jealous of a memory
Anything that is still going on now, however
Is current events, not history

I’m touched

Maybe, I’m a little touched
In the head
And I should be looking
For entirely something else instead

I’m still searching for a woman
Who loves to touch and be touched
Is that really so wrong
Or asking for too much?

Cheap thrills

It seems that it doesn’t take all that long
Before the newness and excitement is gone

Daily shared moments become routine and boring
Is waning romance worth the work of restoring?

Rainbows and sunsets no longer seem enchanted
Sparkles and flowers, now taken for granted

Despite behaviors, some hidden, some shown
She claims it was all simply overblown

She’s only flirting and innocently browsing
It’s not like she’s actually out carousing

Such cheap thrills can be exciting and fun
Even if they are not done with the right one

Unsure and unchained

Commitment really isn’t for her
She’s still processing and unsure

I only want to be with her, but
Situationships aren’t sustainable by nature

She doesn’t want to feel trapped
So now something between us has snapped

We were spectacular, once, it seems
Was it all only in my lonely dreams?

Playing with Harmony

Her voice, like notes in a pretty melody
Her smile, a crescendo overcoming me

Are we ever going to sing in sweet sync
Or will our separate songs never interlink?

Will our voices one day become harmonic
Or will the lyrics unfold as purely platonic?

Entourage

It seems she has an entourage of men
Some that follow her from way back when

Wanting to catch up over an innocent coffee
Or chill alone in her bedroom watching TV

Ex-lovers or friends or wannabes
That may text at anytime with modern ease

Kept in emotionally compartmented spaces
Unaware of each others existence or faces

Lost ships that cross in the night
When the moment and the feeling is right

Should I even question?

My rational and mathematical mind
Ponders the inexplicable passions
That you have somehow unleashed within me

Can I use Maxwell’s equations?

Does your body produce an electromagnetic wave
That by induction finds its way deep inside me
And sets up a resonance
That makes my entire body hum
With pleasure and anticipation?

And has my old dog body
Now been trained like Pavlov’s dog
To hum at the mention of your name
Or the mere thought of you?

Does this all start
Deep at the mysterious quantum level?

Were our particles once joined
And linked in the far distant past
Within a fiery star that exploded
And separated us for billions of years
And vast inconceivable distances
Only to finally be destined to meet again
Here and now?

Have we always and forever
Been connected
With stange spooky action at a distance
Bound and tied together
Tugging on each other’s heartstrings
Faster than light?

Is this all simply hard-coded in my DNA?

Have I been designed to seek you out
Just you, only you
And to desire to merge with you?
Does every cell in my body
Now quiver with recognition
And anticipation at the sight of you?

And were we actually brought together
By a series of unlikey events
Wonderful, magical
But extraordinarily unlikely events

Was this all somehow inevitable?
Were we destined to be?

Were you always destined
To be within my heart
And held close in my arms?

A soul mate
That forever overlaps
Intertwines and mingles and tingles
And always belongs with me?

Should I even question?
Should I even question such love?

Or maybe…

It is
What it is.

Her every word

I hang on her every word with rapt attention
Become interested in any topic that she mentions

I anxiously anticipate hearing her responses
Digging into her words to uncover all the nuances

Her shared thoughts are fascinating and deep
I hold each of them like a treasure to forever keep

Leap to the Beep, part 2

And when I finally get a wonderful word from you
I become shy and unsure of what to say or do

I rush headlong diving down into that rabbit hole
Where my emotions are all out of my control

Everything around me becomes strange and new
Someone painted the red hearts a beautiful blue

Unexpectedly, we are at a wild party drinking tea
And being there with you is exactly where I want to be

You are the light in the tunnel that I am chasing
The only soul that I yearn to be embracing

Until my phone suddenly beeps again
And find myself back to when, and where, I began

These glasses

Walking alone this morning
Every leaf, every rock, every twig
Is so sharp and vibrant

Like I’ve just put on a new eyeglass Rx

And where has this wonderful world been?
Where was that palm tree?
Has it always been there swaying in the breeze?

I pick up a twig and feel its texture
Is this my first touch?

I notice flowers along the walkway
More beautiful than any arrangement
That I could buy

I hear a bird fly overhead soaring
And wonder, does she see all this beauty?

When did I put on these glasses?
These wonderful glasses

And if I take off these glasses?
These wonderful rose colored glasses
What will happen to all this beauty?