~Jennifer A.
I want that roller-coaster-on-the-down-slope,
caught-in-a-sudden-down-pour-on-a-summer-day,
look-up-in-the-sky-just-in-time-to-catch-a-shooting-star,
bought-a-ticket-on-a-whim-and-won-the-whole-jackpot,
kind of love.
I want that sun-coming-out-just-in-time-to-paint-brilliant-sunset,
first-dripping-bite-into-ripest-nectarine,
intoxicating-inhale-of-fragrant-spring-rose,
cool-breath-of-night-air-washing-over-sleeping-face,
kind of story.
I want that magical-enchanted-firefly-evening,
rhythms-bumpin’-so-loud-it-competes-with-my-heart-to-make-pulse,
first-warm-ray-of-sun-after-winter’s-chill,
wave-crashing-on-your-back-unaware,
kind of kiss.
I want that playful-wind-dancing-’round-my-face,
thunder-rattling-my-bones,
full-moon-illuminating-snowscape-sparkling-like-diamonds,
long-drink-of-cool-water-on-a-scorching-day,
kind of man.
Yeah, I said it
I want it all–
somehow between
a little girl’s faded prince-charming fairy tale
and
a grown woman’s online dating duds
my heart still carries a torch
for what could be
for what might be
for what may be
I’m a hopeful romantic
but I’ve kept it a secret
pretending not to care
pretending not to hope
protecting myself from criticism
protecting myself from disappointment
yet no matter what I tell myself
or anyone else…
I still want that wake-up-to-an-earthquake-the-ground-is-a-tremblin’,
static-electricity-crackling-across-power-lines,
mesmerized-by-the-last-dancing-embers-of-a-cozy-campfire,
hold-on-tight-to-the-kite-string-I-ain’t-EVER-letting-go,
kind of love!
