This is for any brothas out there who have or have had to wrestle with the demons of love, relationships, and/or one night stands There goes another one……..sailing away amidst salty seas sending my.. crimson capsule out of control, spiraling three hundred and sixty degrees… I’m dizzy…dazed and “Yo……did you catch the plates on the truck that hit me?” Maybe it serves me right, after all, it was I who sidestepped what really matters, and mistook the fleeting fantasies of what I hoped could be, but never was blinded by reality, I failed to see.. the truth because………I was in lust…… thinking with the wrong head my nose was thrust…. wide open, my..my..my..sense of rationale, or at least I was hoping…was now raised from the dead or at least I thought……… But once again, I was wrong and now I stand here, alone…. as my needs chase in vain after something that never will be… Love; what does it mean, if the reality of it differs from my dreams and….. it’s never really as true as it seems? So, here I am, once again…swimming upstream submerged in some sort of hind- sighted reflection aware of this weakness caused by years of rejection, I know I may never distinguish between a one night stand, and something that requires a deeper connection fortunately for me, her rejection of the thought of any thing more gave me a rude awakening, in her mind….. it was only what, and not who I am, that was in it for the taking… but, although I knew full well what I should do, my libido obstructed my view….and I ended my search with the first skirt that flirted Never stopping to think that I would need something more than the superficial episode that was later in store Now mornings here, but not my dear, my dear, my dear I reach but she’s nowhere near….. Maybe it should have been a given that it was merely a fling, maybe it’s not mine’s to have.. this..this..this..this thing that escapes so easily through the palm of my hand All I know is; I’ll never find it in a one-night stand It makes me beg the question: How can I make love, without ever being in love? I don’t know; but without the answer, I’m eternally doomed to a life of,….a lack there of.