I put my quarter in the slot.
If not for mechanical error
the deed would be done.

Divorced.

From my soulmate.


But I'd kicked that ball so far the difference between the law and reality was out of my field of dreams.

So I began to write again
and read it

outloud

in public.

With gathering awareness
of my own remasculation
I entered the slam ring

To fight like a man
(poet)

OK, so I was really fighting for 3rd
since this Buddy showed up with his protegé.

But I was fighting

and they liked me

they really liked me.

I didn't need a soulmate.
I had poetry!

Until this flame approached
to thank me for my words
and our words flowed
till there was nothing left to drink.

Then she turned to me
like she did to her ex,
and said "Time to move on."

But this wandering asteroid,
that wants to be a planet,
has fallen into the gravitational attraction
of a beautiful moon.

If we each had our own orbits
around another stable body,
this force could be the warm radiation
flowing between good friends.

But we're both adrift,
  by choice,
and there is wisdom
in keeping our current heading,
through the Nebula
  until the stars become clear.

But my body craves to be held
and her life adventure is just blossoming,

and I want to water that flower.


Now some they do, and some they don't
and some you just can't tell
and some they will, and some they won't
and some it's just as well.


We had a lunar month of bewitching words
some spoken, 
mostly written.

We met once for coffee,
once for games,
and 'fore she left for Europe
a perfect date went down in flames.


As I unfocus my eyes
my spirit sees the answer
but my soul says
"Not Yet."

There's nothing left to say

and I have to


So I put another quarter in this slot
and pull the lever,

wheels spinning...


one lemon....


two lemons.....