Beautiful Things

There is something to be said,
about the allure of beautiful things …

As if the enigma of their presence,
is enough to enchant and turn temptress
–even the most disciplined beings.


There is something to be said,
about the allure of beautiful things …

As if,
fantasy can so seamlessly –
find a way to bleed into reality.

That once fleeting thoughts –
of reaching over and touching his arm,
might accidentally transcend,
to hands interlocking.

Blushing and confused –
all I can wonder is
‘how’?


There is something to be said,
about the allure of beautiful things …

As if,
for the first time,
I’m discovering viscerally —
magnetism’s properties.

That the mere presence,
of a beautiful thing —
can shift the very gravity,
of my being.

So much so,
that as if lost in a trance –
I find myself drifting
— closer and closer.

Blushing and confused –
all I can say out loud is
‘sorry!’


Even though there is much to be said,
about the allure of beautiful things…

All of this has been happening,
in the construct of reality –
that resides solely in my dreams.


But then again,
who draws the line —
between fantasy and reality,
if not me?

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