It is possible to be in denial of love, probably because we have an ideal in mind to which nothing and no one can ever (quite) live up.
It can take a while sometimes to understand that we don’t have to compromise on the ideal, just stop closing mind, body, and spirit to the possibility of loving someone and being loved in return…and trust love, affection, friendship ... whatever ... itself to do the rest.
You'll never know unless you try... and where any attraction is mutual, it's worth every heartbeat to explore any potential.
You'll never know unless you try... and where any attraction is mutual, it's worth every heartbeat to explore any potential.
DOUBLE TAKE, SECOND TIME AROUND
He only wanted my body,
nothing else from me, no half share
in dreams and aspiration,
didn’t care a jot for my opinions
about politics and religion
messing us all about while pretending
to toe some party line
towards some supposed ‘greater good’
sure to be haunting us all
He only wanted my body
and since the attraction was mutual
I was okay with that,
and it made a pleasant change to skip
dull small talk, exchanges
of autobiographical anecdotes if only
to set the scene,
but strip off unselfconsciously, enjoy sex
for its own sake, no strings
I only wanted his body,
weary of guys with domestic agendas
like wanting to settle down
and play out a happy-ever-after fantasy
in an affordable house
with adorable children courtesy of laws
permitting gay couples
to marry, adopt, even live ordinary lives
among ordinary people
I only wanted his body,
not in the least attracted to some nebulous
social stratosphere
dominated by a heterosexual majority
that sees gay couples
as a tolerably minority, here to stay
only as reiterating
some politically correct code of ethics
half the world won’t endorse
We only wanted sex,
no ulterior motive such as falling in love,
wanting the spend
the rest of our lives together, give sceptics
a run for their money,
share bad times as well as good, survive
not only to tell the tale,
but go one better, be stronger than ever
just for staying together
We only wanted sex,
from the first moment we saw each other
across a crowded bar,
going back to his place later, certain only
about being intimate,
no letting mind and spirit into the equation
but for being feisty,
living the moment as if it might well be
we’d never see its like again
That was the idea, until we hit
on a plan B in the first, cold, light of dawn,
wrapped around each other,
loath to part company despite a tsunami
of doubts and reservations
that (eventually) we saw off with a kiss
which lasted long enough
to help us understand about love on a roll
this, our second time around
Copyright R. N. Taber 2016
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