How challenged are we?
Or, rather how challenged am I?
Failing to admit my desire,
and tying stakes to a one way ideal.
In order to gain your attention,
I need to acknowledge the truth of my heart:
Which is simply that I’m unable to be truthful, for fear of rejection.
I’m unable to find a way out.
What words I use,
Betray an ambiguity that is furthest from my heart.
What I mean to say; is that I want you to feel the same way about me that I feel about you.
I want you to consume that which consumes me.
I see in you the reflection,
A niggling need, a craved curiosity.
Prurient in nature.
Pins and needles.
I dream a thousand fantasies,
And sustain them moment to moment.
I thirst for your unbrushed kiss, and seek you out to give you mine.
I can drop you to your knees.
Where we can taste the life.
Our desperate hands, motivated by the excitement of revelation.
If I can just get to that truth,
And make that truth between us more apparent.
I want an equal partner in crime.
Revealing our vulnerable portions,
body and soul.
The tears are salty,
And mix with delight,
Lost, moments of exquisite pleasure.
Fingers and palms entwined.
Slow at first,
And enveloped in an impending realization of getting lost.
That true power comes with letting go of yourself to another and being powerless.
Urging urgency on.
Mouthy breaths and more repetition.
A new connectedness,
Fallen into your event horizon.
An encouragement that we jumped willingly,
And wanted the same thing from the outset.
No escaping the funnel vortex.
Happy sweet bittersweet sadness.
Can’t go back.
Arrived in height and satiety.
I feel you, and hold you.
We touch places unseen.
Until the world melts away.
I find resurrection.
Ready to dwell.
Our new pleasure,
And I burn for it.
I burn for the continuation of knowing that we exchange and will chance that passion again.
I burn for it.
We burn for it.
Every single minute.