Upon fire

Desire spreads in breathless seconds,

It is just inequitable,

to say I’m sinking in love.

For it’s just kisses,

 randomly popping as I fancy.

Any person,

anybody.

Quietly…anyone around could be…..

wishing to be involved,

anyone, anybody.

A hand on mine,

some light lip brushing,

anytime.

Until the reason chickens,

chickens out.

Since it’s not the same.

My cowardice acknowledges I’m being too much a wuss[1].

Is it too freaky,

to wish for the real?

The one who was chosen, memories ago?

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[1] Fiction again…