Two Lovers  [Part the First]

When you go to bed with friends,

Is it just for sex?

Good-looking couple.

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