FLING

We hide in our cave to hide away from those around us who must never see us together.   They must never see how splendid you make me feel.  They must never see it in my eyes or sense it when I’m near you.  How I envy those people who are able to go out and show the world the gem they have within their grasp.  Though small as it is, to me it is like holding a rare emerald.  

The cave, a place I think of as like the emerald city where I can escape for a short time with you.  I can pretend you are mine and no one else’s.  I can pretend that there, we are impassioned with one another.  It’s a place where our brain is not altered by others negative thoughts, it’s where our hearts beat for each others love, and where we have the courage to see where this may lead us.   Though I do know, it is all in my mind only.  I gather that you may not feel the same way, and that your view of us is merely an attraction that is for the time being, a frolic, which by far has been fantastic. 

I guess I just wish I knew how “this” will end, and I refer to it as “this” because, in reality, I have no idea what “this” is between us.   So I will call “this” just a fling.