The Distraction

The brush of your hand against mine, the spark runs through my fingers

The sweet smell of your cologne in the room as you leave, it still lingers

A deep breath, the comfort moves through me like a warm embrace

Your smile, your laugh, an intricate life told in tiny lines upon your face

Ambivalence consumes me and leaves my words and thoughts frozen

In another life another time it might be you I would have chosen.

This guilty pleasure of these alluring thoughts, I keep so quietly

Delighted and amused at the thoughts and never sure of the reality

A tale to tell or an untouched romance with infinite possibility

To ride upon a heart’s desire is a whim endured so selfishly.

 Frederic Leighton - The Fisherman and the Syren