FMS Pictures & Poetry

New couples near by
Casually waited on each other
Like laundry hanging
On blue, plastic lines
When you hooked my attention
From the queue where
I was borrowing time.
You fed me questions and answers,
In that old, leading style,
About him being yours
And if you’ll ever be mine,
Clasping my hand with your fingers;
Another duplicitous sign.

You’ll be there by my side
On my friend’s wedding day –
Or so you say.
I don’t recall your request
Or whether you took interest
In my intentions at all.
But, an uncle again,
I’ll sit by your side -
No fear and no pride
Nor complaints reside
In the place where I hide
Secretly holding the tide.

But we’ll be together again -
And a small drink won’t hurt
The singing and laughter
We share.
With gratitude I’ll find
In each and every glass,
Fully drained but kind,
A wee dram of scotch
Haunting my mind
With answers you’ll never have heard
To questions I just can’t let pass.

Would I "have sex" with you
Given different circumstance
(or just half a chance)
And do I really fancy you more?
Will our bodies always be shared,
Carved and scorched 'til we're whole
Or is there little that we share at all?
And am I in love with you,
Investing all passion, all being and all self?
Do you really need to know
Or are you in love with yourself?