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| I once had a Connection� It was such an experience The lips.. the excitement The reaffirmation� the glow The new Body-parts to touch Hold� caress But things change� We deliberately avoided Later� a Future A Tomorrow� We wanted no weight on Our spontaneity� No representations to Fulfill� nothing to impede Today's rush But things change� We each stated that we Craved 'The New '� Boredom was the Nemesis� Plus� Good was not as Good as Best� We were Seekers� We would continue the Searching� for what we Were not entirely certain After a while� The purpose of the search Dwindled in my mind� and Then in my heart� my soul But things change� And time moves on Since then there have Been many Connections� A few a little better A few a lot worse All have been pleasant None are still here |
| The lips still come Most still soft The excitement still Appeals� its sparkle And glow perhaps just Slightly tarnished Earlier the Connections Were for fun� a chase For joy� my self-esteem Now the unions and Sometime Connections Are to fill my need For re-affirmation� to Demonstrate to me that I am still desirable Connections are still Sought� some just Tolerated� my view Of the Connector in the Mirror shows the image Of myself Maybe my habit will morph My quest to avoid constant Sameness every day Will be mollified It might be nice to find a New Connection� and stay Long enough to find and see Their soul But how could the great Scourge of relationships� Boredom� be appeased Is there no compromise An optimal alternative Why do the persons have to Be changed� replaced Why can't the earlier ones Be kept� and just be Added to� Who said that's not possible |
| But Things � Change |
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| . Excerpted with permisson from: The Little Red Book of Drivel Soul Rot and Other Forms of Insane Relationships In the 3rd Millennium � 2000 Relationships Press All rights reserved |