Concrete reality bites

Moments of intoxication- merging, melting, giving, devouring. Mutual vulnerability.
Mutual gain, mutual potential for loss... and how can something so newly found threaten to be so greater a loss than so many things in possession for so much longer...? As you scale new, dawn-kissed mountainsides with your new love, how the world disappears below into insignificance... but the insignificance merges into terrifying significance as, dropped from the heights of love, there is suddenly so far to fall to earth and no-one is around to catch you- they were all dissolved past microscopic amoebae, remember?.......

Not to say the story has soured, but reality seems as solid as cement;- and often as cold and grey- and as the initial mists begin to clear, the cement is simply unveiled... No man or woman is perfect and lusting for such a one is the prescription for doom and misery...just please let my happy bubble last for a little longer... May I maybe even find a way to stand tall, strong and ungrazed by that unavoidable biting grey...