The Cost of Fantasy
The cost of fantasy
No money changes hands
No notes are written for future payment
This is a far higher price
Paid in skipped heartbeats
Shallow breaths
Steps backward taken to ease tensions
Until night falls
Eyes meet and lock
Knowing glances are exchanged
Colorful explosions blind
In a world that once held
Only black
White
Shades of grey
Then
Only then is the cost insignificant
Only then do glances become more
One touch sparks an inferno
Hearts pound a new rhythm
Voices breathe out the inevitable high note
Before dawn breaks
The fantasy ends
And the cost of the desire
Is to remain
Alone
June 2006