Lonely and Horny and Shy.

"water, water everywhere, but not a drop to drink"

Perhaps something good will happen.

Venturing, as I rarely do, out and about
and on the town, I am stunned
with the vision
everywhere
of Beautiful, Beautiful women.

Art shows and restaurants
and just walking down the street,
Beautiful, beautiful women.

A path that stretches in all directions
away and out of site.

Sitting at home on a Saturday night,
as is more frequently the case,
chores need doing,
trying to cook for one,
the darkness of the night
closes in around me,
restlessly wondering,
where, out there, in this town of mine,
can a person go?

Every friend I have
is in some ways already occupied.
They are married. They are moving. They are doing something constructive.
Perhaps I should paint;
Isolated, lonely communion with color.

I am lonely and horny and shy.