Down I fall with gravity taking over my moving parts as I release the breaks on my life that provide the hesitation from living her with life. My breaks fail as fast as my heart. For once I am on a track I am a runaway. I fall too quickly and run with her too freely. The love remains as a caboose. I search for the engine that is traveling the same track as I but in the opposite direction. The one that won’t slow down, the one that travels on her tracks and by some unforeseen force crosses the same tracks that I travel upwards at that critical moment of collision

The collision of passion is the one that I search for the one that takes a hit and then realizes what she was hitting.

I tap my heart for feelings of bliss but I can only come up with opportunities missed. So As I Kareem down the tracks of this round about I think about the bliss of a new set of tracks. Some where without the round about, somewhere around or there about her tracks is where I want to run a-way.

My Ideal first date is the one of pure chance. That random bumping into on the street or accidental stepping on toes in the train that forces eye contact and an apology, then the continuing eye contact. That leads to a conversation that drowns out the rumbling sounds of everything else but our two hearts. If not that then it would have to be a casual meeting with no set plans or destination, just time spent wandering each others souls to see if they enjoy each others company.