A wild romance

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Where is the Crimson?
Do not be afraid, we are always flowing from source, and this is no different.

We caught ourselves in a wild romance.
Inhibitions flew like leopards over the Sahara and your touch sent shivers.

Suppose the new day cleared our memories but you still think of me in your snow-globe.

Yesterday you crawled out of your little world, sent me a text, and crawled back in.

I'd prefer your eyes dancing with mine, the way you held my hand so confidently, those lingering kisses.

Some days it feels it was all a dream.

I think that's how all the good memories end up.

Wildly romantic, surfing on clouds and cotton, and hearts forgetting pains, if only for a moment.

I'm told, 'love with no object'

And I would, since the bitterness afterward is a strong enough abortative.

Try the parsley they say...it's sweeter than the yearning.

Some days it just feels like a joke.

And here I am, drinking tea, learning to be social, and pretending my anxiety is far less than it is.

It's one for the books we say, and then we remember all the giggles,
And wishes leap. Since some romances have longer courses and I still dream of you.

Yes, I am human, attachment took hold and let's hope that's all that stuck.