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?
[1] Fiction again…
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