A word came to the unwary.

Serendipity
is not oxygen,
or water
or food
or shelter.

It's not sex
(though it might be there)
or empathy
or friendship
or common interests.

I cannot define it,
it came to my lips
talking with a mate.
And the word conjured
your picture
yet again.

Serendipity is a curse,
and (maybe) the solution.