Caren Krutsinger Poet Haibun

Meeting the Bad Boy

Heart aflutter
senses untethered
wholesomeness challenged
unfamiliar feeling
naïve and innocent
Unaccustomed to this attention
did he mean me?  Am I the one?
Bad boy, wandering back into my
ready-to-be-sensuous mind.
Making my daydreams crazy.

The familiar fearless soul dance as
The bad boy takes his naive victim hostage
breathless sensation, for silly reasons.

Putting myself in danger, but why?

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M. L. Kiser January 11, 2019 at 12:37 PM There's nothing like a, "bad boy"! Just remember, you can't change them. Caren Krutsinger January 11, 2019 at 5:17 PM That is the key, but one so many young women and sometimes older ones also "miss" when they are scrutinizing them and deciding what they will change first.