My Preconception, My Hindsight

She's sugary smooth, nothing but sensory,
Appealing to nature and urge
She bids farewell to pretense and worry
With a kiss both juicy and joyful
She's slim and wrapped up-
In herself and in you-
Equal parts level and wild
Foolishly, she intentionally falls
Aware that nothing beautiful is born easily.

We want our affairs uncomplicated,
Cost-efficient and utterly free
We believe ourselves monumentally hasty
But we are secretly worrisome and particular organisms
We blithely refurbish our careful storefronts
In constant fear of dreaded strings attached
Doesn't he want passion?
Heartache, messy and perhaps undoable
An unpleasant side effect of exquisite adrenaline

Love is their drug of choice
They swim in it, get their hopes up
He skins his knees, she tears her dress
Pray they will safely arrive
Tear-stained cheeks and all
Hand in hand with a mere human
As strong, smart, fast, likely scarred,
But still delicately hopeful as they.

Making sense of it all is a futile effort
For a rose colored mirror cannot reproduce a contradictory mind.
So as I allow my heavy lids to seal
I am soothed that time reveals all things
Today's muddy waters will cease to swirl
Becoming just glittering silt in the icy current.