Next One

Oh but the next one.

The next time I share my energy.

The next time I share my space.

The next time I experience butterflies.

The next time I fantasize.

The next series of late night phone calls.

The next chain of dates and first time locations.

The next time I find my hand in another’s.

The next moment lips touch mine.

The next first I love yous.

The next preparation for future plans.

The next time I allow myself to exist with someone outside of me.

I’m getting it all.

No settling.

No making it work.

A chance to heed all warning signs.

To abort the mission when it does not align.

I want what I want and I will have exactly that.

I deserve who I am to be matched.

United with a counterpart.

No less.

Only with room for more.

A story to write home about.

A love to carry imagination for my legacy.

Oh the next one.

Mounting into a whirlwind of immersion.

A swell of goodness and passion.

With enough lust to keep me yearning.

Seeing myself in my brightest light yet.

Adorned and elevated.

Inspired and supported.

Fiscally free.

Fluent in every language.

Oh the next one.

Mark my words.