Conceived

So did we conceive a child and leave behind, 
part of our bodies and all the love we could find?
Or was it that .....
Passion built and led the way, wasted breath 
with 
nothing to say. 
A flash of heat and waves of pleasure, moments 
like that are hard to measure.
They were lasting minutes that filled the dark, 
love wasn't blind, it found its mark.
So now what was it that we just shared? Was it 
our vulnerability or do you care?
Are we dysfunctional or just co-dependent? Do 
you want me to continue or end it?
I saw you and you moved me. I had no choice, 
you ran into me.
It was at a party and you wanted to leave. You 
were drunk and had to heave.
With concern I joined you outside. You were 
embarrassed and tried to hide.
We went for a walk after some coffee. You 
started 
to feel better but had to go for a pee.
So we headed for the closest john. I suggested 
my place, what could go wrong.
We talked a bit and listened to the Beatles. And 
we spoke of our phobia to big needles.
Our eyes got heavy and we cuddled close. It 
was 
the least I could do, I was the host.
It didn't happen right away, we slept awhile. 
Awoke from REM and our clothes were in a pile.
And the rest, I relayed early on in this poem. You 
called a cab, you wanted to go home.
As you get dressed I pen these lines of fear. 
Rushing to finish them before the cab gets here.
I hope you get to read these words I feel. Here.

©WRM