Horseshoes and Hand Grenades

A gentle first kiss  
and quick exchange of breath  
holding hands in the setting sun  
or maybe one night stands  
our quest for humanity  
in an inhumane world  
 
Close only counts in  
horseshoes and hand grenades  
but love belongs on the list  
as we continue to try  
with Sisyphus as guide  
our Herculean task:
  
to find where we belong  
and a heart all our own  
 
Strangers seeking eyes  
across a sea of mankind  
dreaming of a gentle touch  
and all consuming love  
that only exists in fairy tales  
and sometimes  
horseshoes and hand grenades