When I was alone

I’m so tired of being alone.

At least it lets my fears be all my very own.

But I always feel like crying

and it’s hard to tell now

whether it’s just what I’ve always known,

the only way to be

No matter how much goes into trying.

To be close to you,

well it’s become a rumination,

a continued fracturing of that exciting pulsation

of passing moments

and different women…

A drug-stained curtain

serotonin and dopamine spraying

in front of a mutual celebration

which always ended

before the bar really opened

Should we have put our fears aside

and delighted in staying

being with each other

feels like a dream

with all of you

I never understood monogamy,

but I want to be with all of someone, and they with me

Maybe the others can just play with me,

All shapes and sizes and expressions.

Compatibility is such a lightly conceptualized word

When you really go through the battles

of really trying to experience someone

To be inside of them, and they inside of you.

It’s much more than astrology.

Getting your rocks off is always great though.

Being and staying in love is so much better.

Can we have both?