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.
My mothers birth flower-sweet pea
