Play With Yourself Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Reality means shaking the dust off
Love tries to break the fallow ground
Water of life flows amidst the granite
Our moments can easily die
Prune your garden
Prune your heart
Choose the new day
The old weeds grow
Doubt wrestles with beginnings
Does the magic feeling last?
Does she really love me?
Am I capable of love?
Cow webs
Baggage
Where did last night go
The kids are crying
Bills
Dishes need to be done
Romance is a distant call
Soon the moon shall come again
Another one night stand
Lust is so much easier
The hope of love more than the real
Who wants to work on a relationship
Fantasy as sweet as a movie
Maybe I am to cynical for real love
To old and set in my ways
Like riding a bike up hill
It's easier to play with yourself