Does it make me weak, to want you

As I want you?

Does it diminish me in your eyes?

Am I less beautiful, less witty, less –

Now that I want you

As I want you?

Do I confuse need with desire

And so lessen my own desirability?

Is this longing, this succulent urge to merge with you

A craving born of love or of fear?

What is it I am looking for

In that eternal moment of our locked gazes?

It stirs in my belly, a burning

Naked wanting

And I am swept along, powerless

To refuse its demand

Heady with its warm promise

Of fulfilment

Any yet, here is my question –

Born of my raw, open,

terrifying humanness –

Am I less to you, in truth,

For wanting you

The way I do?


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