What is heartache such that it can only be experienced and not said?
What is involvement that can only be felt; like being surrounded by the walls of a whirlpool and stand at the centre of it, untouched by calamity and yet, so palpitatingly achingly close to it.. like you could reach out and touch it and invite chaos, pandemonium and destruction into your life.. yet there is so much peace just standing at the centre of it - why to forsake it all?
What is a feeling of possession and jealousy that conquers all feelings beautiful and consumes in its green licking flames all thoughts of sobriety and propriety and pity and selflessness and love?What thoughts can pretty much extinguish all thoughts of real love for the rabid sensation of feeling in posssession or ownership of something and sublime and suffused as sunlight falling through gossamer. Even little children fight and possess over their toys until they are tired of them, or the sheen is lost, or a new toy takes its place.
Who is my love for me? Who am I for you indeed?
The question is not for you to tell me what you want to do.. but, what is it that i want from you? How do I desire you and how is it that I want to have you? Half baked? dressed or naked? rare...or, deceptively done...?
