lost in another surrender to passion.
who knows how long this shall last?
like waiting hours to take one trip on the roller coaster,
all for that brief thrill when you top the hill
and begin the descent, arms raised and breath stolen.
it will end eventually, at death if not before.
to gauge the wager, to calculate the risk
is the ongoing struggle with the romantic.
so far, so good, darling. so far, so good.
