there’s a peculiar but not unpleasant
freedom in this place
the beyond tact
the beyond fear
beyond posturing and pretense
where i can tell you
that that magical place
that i imagine touching
that i imagine you touching
will never produce enough
honey to sate my hunger
that i want to find that sweet spot
that place where pain and ecstasy
join in you and i
where roads i’ve been afraid to walk down -
i want to explore with you
hand in hand
that the ‘after’ is as anticipated
as
the before
the during
the only frightening thing that remains -
That as much as I want you,
I still want to hold you even more.
