sitting with the desire, which at moments tries to search and to lash itself into an object.
not knowing yet, that desire must turn deep, almost inward upon it self.
it is too early, too soon on the path to ask; to hope that the other could meet you on the murkey gautlet…
but call them out of shadows and coals….
without expectation

let it become terrifying and exiting

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