MUSINGS OF A LONER CAMPING OUT FOR LOVE

MUSINGS OF A LONER CAMPING OUT FOR LOVE

I thought I was on love’s tip

i thought I was standing on the tip of love

i felt as if I was elevated above the pain and circumstances

suffered by the seekers of…. (love)

but I’d lost my grip,

My status was at love’s base

my heart was buried at the base of love

when I fell beneath the casual dates, mates, and other sexual affiliates

victims and casualties of…. (love)

i could not save face,

But I climbed up to safety and O’ did I regroup

making a warm encampment on the bright side of the mount, (and oft I’d shout)

contented only to glimpse its gilded hide, to bless it’s beauty “gainst” the sky

to cheer on young explorers and warn those too old to count

for I’d retired from love and happily sequestered myself from its loop…

i’d found contentment as a loner camping out upon loves stoop…

By David Vollin