Theory

I may never know lust
I may never know what
my first love was like
at naked intimacy, 
though I think of it still.

I may never blush
I may die alone or next to a lover

I may have looked
into the eyes of love
but looked away forgetful.


I may have spent mornings alone
enjoying the silence
I may have waited for more time
I may have once found myself
in contemplation
returning to the breathless normal
upon discovery.

I may have desired all in
this spirited Universe.

Why should now be any different?