The Born Infatuation

Conventionally, in an alcoholic haze,

Scenes swimming, confidence raised,

Yet unexpected, caught unawares,

Setting unordered, a jumbled disarray,

A soft rock overture, in harmony

With a comatose invader’s heavy breath,

And nervously, with intoxicated lips

The First intoxicating Kiss:

A born infatuation, for one;

Just a strike on the tally

For the other.

 

Emma H, age 26, 21/03/2017

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