One Last Time

This time,
I go in with one eye open.
And the other closed,
gazing upon a mural of perfection.

Caution bites my tongue,
and hope, caresses my heart.

I just, want.
to fall in love with someone.
A slow cascade down a beautiful,
hedonistic, waterfall.

Life is so full of bitter moments.
I just, want.
to taste, a little….
tingle of magic with someone.

I don’t mind if it fades as the waves do,
crashing violently onto shore
and then creeping, subdued,
back into the sea.

This is how you know
that you have grown old.
You relish the feeling of love,
slipping through your fingertips
So much more….
than you fantasize about Prince Charming.

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