Black Poetry : LOOKING FOR LOVE ON A NIGHTLY BASIS

afrostotle

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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.
 

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