#yearning burning

Meet me on the pH scale at seconded?

Signora Malèna, a more capable person than me... wrote that the only true love is unrequited love. Now I understand why. It's been so long since you last came out of your house. But the longer we are apart, the stronger my love becomes.

“I was watching you at the funeral. My heart was aching, I wanted to hold you so much.”

Come nearer—no, nearer than that, nearer than the harmless civility of breath, because breath can lie and we have already lied by pretending distance is possible. Come where the air turns feverish, a trembling veil we part with our mouths. Let me draw you in—like smoke, like dreams—like fortunes told in the dark, insistent animal of our rampant hearts. Finality born to beat—but never die.

I can hear his ’Vette a mile away.

To confess, I do not love as others do. There is no border between soul and flesh—only dissolving. Only the warm collapse of time and the quiet ache of return.

And thus I pour my spirits to burn like liquid fire...

A coterie of wildflowers tempt us with the flame, but you should know. You’re here—and I am burning...