Infatuation

Infatuation

It is imitation filled with delusions,

Numbed by the arrow of another.

For now boiling over with

Ardent kisses and quickening pulses.

Tethered responses without deeper

Understanding that weave shackles.

And after it evaporates, because it does,

Transcending love still waits

In spirit and soul mate passion, while the

Odyssey continues to the one like

No other.

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