The night lengthens
the odds shorten.
Twenty years older
a former hippy and a challenge
two moves left
if they can be completed. Success.
A chance meeting and invitation to coffee
extended to dinner
it was all she meant, but hope had other thoughts.
Interest feigned in her past and the women’s issues
to which she attached great importance.
Any port in a storm
and one anchorage very attractive.
I am a rarity she said
a man who listens.
Camomile tea, natural, artificial chocolate
closer proximity.
Could we hold hands? “Yes.”
Tales of the 1960s and a river commune
spirituality
folk music
vegetarianism and nudity.
Men flocked
claiming self development as intent
but sex was their instinct
some women were very gullible. Apparently.
I was different
she could tell.
Thoughtful and empathetic
an interesting companion.
One who appreciated woman for their intrinsic worth
it was reassuring to meet an enlightened man.
Checkmated
by my own deceit.
Orphaned Islands (Un)poetry 