i'm uncertain if i'm able. i'm uncertain i've ever had true romance. is romance candles and soft sweet music and roses and gentle hands tangled together? i'm uncertain. look up romance in the dictionary. even webster can't define it. they dance around the idea in circles. that's it. it's because it's merely an idea. it possesss no tangible quality. i can tell when something is romantic. i can identify its feelings... its lingerings. but, i can not come out and say for certain it has identity. it's mysterious and fleeting.
chilvalry is romantic.
it's romantic...
...when a man walks down the sidewalk... the small of my back and a gentle guide... it's romantic when he walks on the outside... the side that borders the street.
... sweet noses touching softly in dull light and cold breezes.
... a car door opened.
... a chair pulled out.
... a genuine expression of my outfit.
... an admission... a submission. against all will. against all better knowledge.
... a description i can't descibe... if i could say what love was, for certain, would it be as meaningful? no, i think not. same goes for romance. it's fleeting nature makes it ever so valuable. it strikes desire within me. it burns a hole through my armor. i am disarmed by it. i am sent into places i fear. into a known danger. into a life i am terrified to visit. terrified.
romance is... undefinable. ungraspable.
romance is within me and i keep it locked away. romance is scary. romance is dangerous. romance is sweet solace in a firey hot world.
romance is solace.
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gentle hands tangle together.
nervously grazing fingers
softly melt my armor,
while their tips sweetly linger.
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