Parasocial
The groove flows smooth, butter.
Or stops and starts, staccato.
Hands move in a wave,
Feet dance and glide,
Lips, a beautiful smile,
Eyes flap and flutter.
Gaze lingers, vision falters
Heart skips, breath rushes.
Mind exulted and vibrant -
The colors pop brighter
Through thousand paintbrushes.
Day in day out, pretty fantasy
Ebbs and flows in backdrop.
Bright as daylight,
Dim as moonless night.
In the realm of felicity,
All is violent, all is bright
With stars all shimmering;
No way to cure outright
Miss Melancholia of Yearning.