Flashbacks,
to a crush that once brought me to the unanticipated bend of my knees
She knew me truly and deeply, as if she had read me in book bindings of ancient libraries containing hidden secrets of all my fantasies
She was more than amazing
Moon appearing, illuminating us in our limitless exchanges
Falling in love with the ease of finding her heart through the incense smoke of a séance
I see clearly as our souls touch
Connecting with spirits of love, the fires of burning passion was her trademark
The rhapsodies of my chest blow aloud
Until I remember to tell my heart to hush
Falling further, I attempt to cling to the foolish pride of the proud
For this was only meant to be a crush
Aaron Daniel Writes 