Never changed

I might be

seduced

beguiled

entranced

enthralled

enamoured

fascinated

bewitched

captivated

enraptured

spellbound

but I can never

be changed.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic

Not new, but always true.

Art by Michael and Inessa Garmash

 

Shrinking miles

 

If only

I could take giant strides

across land and sea

mountain and stream

forest and tundra

snow and desert

swallowing distance

shrinking miles

eating geography

I would claim

your beauty

and body

and soul.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Michael & Inessa Garmash

I posted this a year ago. I hope no one minds the repetition.

 

Done

 

We all do it.

We cling on to something for far too long.

We remember everything. Every touch, every smile, every kiss.

Every wild moment when nothing, absolutely nothing, truly nothing else in the world, mattered

We re-read everything. Every word, every sentence, every nuance, every space, every between-the-lines.

We recall conversations. Where we were. How they started. What was said. What was meant. What changed. What mattered.

We follow them after they have gone. Reading their posts, their tweets, their status. Studying their friends, their followers, their new contacts.

Almost, but not quite, yet still almost, stalking them.

We think of them, imagine them, want them, believe in them.

We expect them to return.

They never do.

I have carried this torch for what seems like forever.

No more.

I am done

The fire is out.

.

.

 the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Michael & Inessa Garmash

Another repost from a year ago.. But it touches chords.