From a walk in a new city. –M
I tried to circumscribe my desire
but in so doing discovered its fractal nature.
I thought if I could encapsulate and control passion
it couldn’t expand to consume either of us.
But I found this:
Tracing the maelstrom’s perimeter
running my fingers along its sensual texture
it’s far from smooth.
It crenellates ever finer
battlements on battlements.
Like the simplicities of curves;
your calf, thigh, ass
unfold through dimensions of sense and memory
to something more than skin and smooth and warm;
softness cutting sweetly.
I realize now
walking the lines of supposedly contained want
I may be just as lost,
just as consumed
as if inside them.
it isn’t such a thing to fear