She and I

She and I

by dan ankers

Our narcissisms met

first

before our real selves did

And

we were off; that was it

but

we were still two kids

playing house

We should have known

In fact we did know

however

being in fake love is such a

pleasure

And perhaps something of substance

could

grow between us in

time?

And given the right circumstances

it

might have gone that way

In time

I have seen that happen once or

twice

and it is such a beautiful thing to

behold

From the ashes of one infantile thing

grows

two individuals made of gold

who

give their values, each to one another

and

capture adult life,

planting

some fine flowers on earth together;

amazingly avoiding strife

Just how those folks do it

I may never know

but until then

upon this fate, my planet

I can but live and grow