A brief, flaming love affair, erupting like fireworks,
Then bursting like over-inflated ballon;
Offered many gifts, like many Christmas seasons.
Experimented with flirting, new behavior--fun;
Still have juice and proclivity to respond in kind;
Showed up, told the truth, even though rampantly
Ungrounded in the madness stage of new romance.
Got overwhelmed, was over my head, felt scared.
Set limits, which guided me back into my skin and head.
Both of us bounced back out of the intensity;
No recriminations, but regrets about dashed hopes.
Ann B. Blake
(c) January 4, 2015