Are we lovers aided
by a lot of what used to be?
Tell all your stories and dance around
don’t be fooled you’re on solid ground
for it’ll open wider
yawn as we aspire, then
where the hell are we?
Should love be to save two?
Now who knows who’s blue?
Concurrence is deranged
looking back, full of pain
I hope we gain a kiss or two
this much again for me and you
Are we lovers aided
by history’s nervous plight:
are we going to get it right?
Chris Bevens | pedalpoet 