Serenity is found
in places like these;
the water runs still against battered rocks,
You can hear
the distant Ojibwa cries
That come to the trees leaves
with the wind.
Soft morning light drapes
through opened skylights,
and it’s then that I’ve realized
Time dissipates as the body
Is closer to nature.
As night draws
birch bark starts our flames -
licking its steel cage.
What is desire?
The need to feel, to touch
a caress of want on skin
A mental abstraction
that we cannot get enough of.
Dear Marc (Name Changed),
I’m writing this letter that will never get to you in hopes it will give me more courage. For what? To tell you that I vibe you, feel more than connected, our minds melded slightly with a bridge. It makes it so that when I’m with you everything is good and free, but now I’m trapped by wanting to touch you and feel you all over. I want to explore all that is you – in your soul and on your body. But for once I’m nervous to be shot down, but hopefully this will help it to pass.
A Desire-Tortured Soul.
