Chancing a Dream- at Best

A Simple Crush

From a random glance.

An interest sparked

Curious at best.

A night inoculated

By luscious inebriation—

Where you and a moment happened.

Nothing less than the truth in a slur

An extension past a normal introduction.

A blackness in my mind

Where words were said.

A memory in my mind

Of only your smile.

A curious call assessing my consciousness

A return of embarrassed regret

The chance had seemingly passed

My first impression a mess—at best.

Chances are for deserving lovers

Second glances across vibrant rooms. 

A second encounter

A feeling confirmed

Not simply of drunken bliss

But the potential murmur of something real.

A fondness unspoken

But read from within

As together they retreat into the night.

To hours of days

Full of truth and emotion.

Words escaping from loose lips

And in the phrases of conversational bodies.

No filter on our thoughts

Hesitation collapsed

Crushed by the inexplicable comfort

Of the other.

A surreal attraction

Random at Best

Breeding deeper and deeper

Into mind-numbing satisfaction

The desire for closeness

For a touch and more truth.

Two souls once broken

Hearts fearing the wrath of true love.

A vicious force denies uncertainty

As their lips press,

Bodies Collide,

And the words stop.

The conversation was unnecessary

Only a seeming need

To confirm the contents and meaning

Of their passionate nights.

An attempt first made

To slow the pace.

Weary of chancing a dream.

But caution breeds vigor of tantric proportions

A rebellion against fear

And the acceptance of human emotion.

A gripping desire

Versus a grappling mind

Unable to be restrained.

As the pleasure surmounts

It succumbs to the idea

Of both fate and temptation.

Both holding on

Fingers crossed, Legs intertwined

To optimism and romance

To the possibility that not all love must be lost

And that in cautious hope

They let it all go

And get lost in love once again.