Many years have passed
Since that first time
First cruise
He played the saxophone
That is where
It began
The curse
Of the musician
On and on
It went
Still does
Only now
I laugh
The next one
Played guitar
He was nice
Soft spoken
Funny
Hella cute
The old him I miss
Since than
Like bees to honey
No matter where I was
Cruise, bar in NYC, or a networking event
Not even safe online
I used to wonder
Did I give off
Some kind of pheromone
Was there an invisible
Sign on my head
"Musicians come and get it"!!!
Stranger than fiction
For years I tried
To get away from it
But the harder I ran
It followed me ever more
Than after dating
Some jocks
It dawned on me
Creativity
Artistic self awareness
Gifted energy
Connects to its
Opposite half
Since I'm an author
Singer
Photographer
Not giving two shits
About sports
Being with a jock
With two left feet
Is snooze-ville
5 months have
Gone by since
The last relationship
Time flies
Do not think
I've sat idly by
There have been
Potentials since
None worth it
But no pity party here
Slow as it goes
I now know
Which direction
To head
No more
Simple dating
But with one single purpose
To find a husband
And in order for
All cosmos to be
Magically aligned
He might
Have to be
A musician
Well.....
At least
A little