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Confessions of a Dark Romance Addict

I’ve stolen days from work    
to lie in bed, far from here  
indulging myself in supernova love,  
forbidden touch, sliding across    
bared skin, silky red flags enticing,  
providing convenience for my    
dysfunctionally hopeless  
inner romantic    
   
sparking in dark corners  
where voyeuristic journeys    
smooth my frazzled nerves;  
reminding me I’m not alone  
in believing there just might    
be a touch of destiny    
to certain kinds of connections  
    
my favorites are old titles,    
those broken, desperate souls  
trapped within musty pages  
eager to feed me their anger,  
their lust and vulnerabilities  
bound within Helvetica words  
in equal measure to their wrists 
   
I gorge, at times ravenous  
for carefully unbelievable tales    
of war and hate and love,  
sex and sin; and all the excuses    
they conveniently provide    
to give me what I came for ~  
their cosmic love; I want    
to swallow it down whole  
   
devouring completely  
anticipation of the inevitable ~  
when fates collide, sliding    
sideways to converge upon    
a single moment, eyes    
connected across a room  
igniting first-sight firelight
Written by LunaGreyhawk
Published | Edited 3rd Mar 2022
Author's Note
Inspired by the painting, “The Lure of Books” by Cole Phillips.
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