Two Lovers [Part the First]
When you go to bed with friends,
Is it just for sex?
Their thing is very “adult”.
Her bioclock madly ticking
She eyed the young guitar player
& captured him quite adeptly.
Maybe loneliness was a factor.
Maybe sex was key.
Money’s tight all around
But love conquers all
All but the bill collector.
Okay so I don’t know everything
They might both be trust-fund babies
Hanging out together
All about town
To see & be seen.
Not a care in the world.
His major concern should be
Pleasuring her, worshipping her
She’s obviously given him everything
Sacred a woman can give
But already the telltale signs
Are apparent. They are clearly
Explosive in a big way, a good way.
I’ve been there, I know.
Older woman at the peak.
Younger man at his strongest, prettiest.
They used to smile all the time.
Making the party rounds.
Drinks. Private jokes.
Affections publically displayed.
Now they frown a lot.
I suspect they must wonder
Quite a bit now.
Who are they?
Where is this thing going?
Who is the stronger?
She follows him to the coffee house
Where he works; nothing wrong
With that. She’s cock-blocking,
Making sure he doesn’t stray.
Okay so she’s protecting her interests,
Having plowed all she has into him.
Every ounce of love & heat.
I sit here feeling like a sh!t.
The observer at the sidelines.
The voyeuristic detective.
The clandestine operative.
But my intentions are honorable.
I believe. Unless…Forget it.
This is an age-old phenomenon.
The first flush of dawn is fading.
Who is fading into who?
Are they in a holding pattern
Or will things fall apart soon?
Will they bleed back into autonomy?
Separate & move on?
Maybe pick love up another time?
(Would like seeing them make it.
Seeing them happy.
Would like that myself.
I’m a romantic idealist cheerleader
Always on the side of Love.)
Stay tuned. To hopefully be continued…
© 2013 GP aka JSW