Click
 

Strange how the word 'click' so inadequately

Yet so perfectly describes the first eye contact

Between potential lovers magnetically drawn

Together by force of Eros. An instant quizzical

Uncertainty that suddenly bursts into a flame

So potent it cannot be resisted, forgotten or

Ignored

There are no doors to hide behind, no pillows

Sufficient to quell the longing and no pills to

Ease the constant ache of being apart. You

Are in love – hopelessly in love – a love that

Knows no measure in its ceaseless quest for

Consummation

What a state to be in and you a sensible lad or

Lass an' all. Going about your business oblivious

Of the fact that today is the day that will change

Your life forever. Be under no illusion this day will

Bring with it the most delicious pain imaginable

Common sense will fly out the window whilst silly

And awkward will pop in for a time. Love is like

A glove in need of a little stretching and pulling

Before the fit is just right

Sadly, there are other kinds of love too. The

Unrequited kind that aimlessly roams the heart

With no chance of fulfilment. The single-sided

Kind: a candle held for someone who can't see

The light or doesn't want to. Then there is the

Hidden kind: a candle screened by a cupped

Hand its holder unwilling to share their secret

And happy to love without asking anything in

Return – a love worth having if ever there was

One I think
 

© Joseph G Dawson
28/06/2017