Juggle

Happy sad sappy mad crappy glad sheisty bad feisty rad...

Steady.

Am I ready?

A glow in her eye, a subtly tense vibe.

Queiscent anticipation.

Expectation.

Familiar intimation.

Self-deprecation.

Lack of reciprocation.

How do I revert to a hedonist pursuit

when the scholar in me has tamed the brute

and we dream of something more...

daring to believe in the romance of lore

until someone asks, "Do you believe in love at first sight?"

and it fades again, with the loud,

battering.

a sword of vengeance

a shield of logic

... a dreaded monody of mad sorrow

solitude, familiar elixir

bring the comfort cold and extinguish the cinder

of passion.

For I have come to fear love.