I met a man who held my hand.

A bird passed overheard as we walked.

He expected to be shit upon so he lowered his head.

Meanwhile I was imagining what the world looked like through the bird’s eyes

I tried to get him to look up

But he was more comfortable looking sideways.

And then that man he kissed my lips.

It was our first kiss.

He told me after that he worried it wasn’t good enough.

Meanwhile I was savoring the lush wetness of his lips, and how much I wanted the kiss to last forever.

So I tried to get him to believe what I said

But I noticed he kept his lips pinched tightly.

And then that man he held me tight.

He apologized for being so sweaty.

Meanwhile I was thinking I felt that I had melted into him.

So I tried to convince him I belonged in his arms

But I noticed he crossed his arms over his chest tightly.

And then that man made love to me.

It was heaven.

Thankfully he didn’t apologize or complain afterwards. He simply said nothing.

Meanwhile I longed to do it again and again.

So I reached out,

But he was definitely closed for business.

And then that man he pulled away.

Then that man said things about himself that hurt my heart.

Meanwhile I was thinking what a beautiful spirit he was. How I saw his inner glow and oh how I loved that glow.

So I tried to get him to look inside himself

So he did. But that place inside did not include me. That he lived in a parallel world.

And then that man he let me go.

He wasn’t ready to blend our universes

My heart ached and my spirit waned

But in all honesty…I thank him

Because unless both partners are willing to see through the others eyes

You walk in sadness in Parallel Universes.

ImageMW 7/3/12

Photograph by May Water