when I think of how much I want you a feeling of inconceivable longing passes through my body. I am a becoming desire. I cease to exist as a mind, and begin to exist as a possibility.
“Some days i remember these streets, but it was not me who was on them” it was another person tearing and pushing, until it all caved and i was somewhere else, somewhere, where i was total other….. without a known history
And I built, and I was.
And i am still, on these same streets where I once was, my invisible histories inside of me.
My power and my vunerability on the surface, of my new and seemingly known skin.
the expanse of love, is again, and again, and again, the opening, and then the traversing over, of the void.
a window is open, outside, fire. A lure. A guidepost.
Do it as often as possible, until it is lit up, light up. Be calm, calm as possible, when it gives you darkness, when it spits once again the void back at you.
You knew, you were hallow, empty, you purged, you approached, and there, there you got that naked other, so near your tongue, so inside your eyes, and backwards. Want. Wanting. Ignite. Ignition.
At rare glimpses we have it.
Move closer. More Often.