You appeared in the room I noticed you, felt something bloom you sat near me we talked my interest grew you blushed my heart flew my brain turned to mush insides flipped to goo I fell so hard yet what could I say to you when there were so many pitfalls so much that might go wrong so hard to read your feelings and what anyway did I want to say what was this that I felt what had I glimpsed the need in you? the need in me? recognition of something beyond? Lust? Yes, that was there and why should it not be when so many boxes were ticked for me? When it's clear that I'm far from alone in this attraction to which I'm prone but then, with so long without I had long grown to doubt that I could ever state my expressions of desire or to say I'd like to play with someone who lit my fire and there's the catch to make a match there must be a connection and yet that connection's the thing that has the power to make me flinch and in the past I may have drawn away said nothing, not made my play but I felt this so strong that I had to go along at first so tentatively while I tried to probe to find what you thought of me then, somewhere along the way my inner sadist awoke I longed yet more to play then all too briefly it seemed possible that despite all the reasons I'd imagined for why nothing could happen, that something, after all, would develop and I couldn't help but express just how pleased that made me feel yet I waxed too enthusiastic gave the wrong impression and a reason I had never imagined arose to **** the mood the wires, so carefully disentangled crossed themselves once more my new found pride lay mangled broken, trampled on the floor I sought for answers but harvested anger and to my shame responded the same yet I am responsible I am to blame you may have caught the wrong end of the stick but that was due to how I presented it to you and I offer my apologies to admit that in part your fears were justified it's true I'd thought ahead had dreamed that I might help you fly that I might take you to that place where others would fear to try yet that's not the whole story it's also true that the trip to the edge happens one step at a time and that the very first one was at the forefront of my mind and had that turned out mediocre so that we'd wanted no more then that would have been all of it at least we'd both have known but had it been fantastic had it been amazing had it blown our minds ready or not would be meaningless and that's what terrifies and what terrifies entices too and therein lies the tension so to disclose I have to mention that though I shall not cross the lines you draw part of me wants to ignore that they're there at all, wants to take you and make you fall at my feet and beg for more and when I saw you'd cut your hair I was torn between thinking how handsome you looked and feeling it was a cause for regret that you no longer had enough to wrap round my fist and I wonder if your walls are there to protect you, or to challenge me to dare to plunge on through and break them down and even though I've made other connections have played, will play elsewhere even though there's one feels deep and special and true this tension has me addicted I feel the pull of you please don't be alarmed I mean you no harm well, not of the lasting kind I'm aware of the potential for the tension to consume to pull into a downward spin but I won't allow that to happen and I say these things not to make demands not to influence or force your hand but just so you know if you didn't already that you can break the tension whenever you're ready unless it dissipates before that point of it's own accord or through distraction and however this turns out for us my wish remains that you should fly no matter whose hand that happens by
Cynthia Pauline Jones, April 2013
This was written for someone who sparked an instant attraction in me and who I thought for a brief period might replace my Muse. It didn't work out, but I wrote this by way of letting go.