Sunday word hunter: poetry and nonsense,  To beloved ones

Upon fire

crop faceless couple holding hands on balcony
Photo by Anete Lusina on

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,


Quietly…anyone around could be…..

wishing to be involved,

anyone, anybody.

A hand on mine,

some light lip brushing,


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?

[1] Fiction again…

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