Taste for Trouble; Remedy


I don’t do crushes.
I do heart rushes.
Leaving the air hot.
Trashed floor of forget-me-nots.
And I won’t admit it
He barrels like the first hit…and…
I get the feeling…
I’m not the only one blown.
Coasting through my thoughts.
Taking compliments like shots.
Close…then in his arms.
His adornment, his charm.
No second guessing.
But also…no confessions.
And hopefully reminiscent.
Of how things could be.

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