Intersexion

Stay with me, there is no other place to be We can pretend we are traveling to other lands, wrapped up in each other too entwined to stand Stay with me, there is no other place to go We are two thief of hearts, committing love crimes  reaping what we sow We are mutual alibis, a freedom together is all that we will know

I have loved people who can never be entirely mine I know this is futile  yet I continue to chase them I have grown accustomed  to feeling complete by a meager effort even when they choose  something else deemed better over me when will I ever learn? feeling completed but not whole he only kisses me while he's deep in my unknown telling me to not get too attached it nevers turns into something more than a feel a little is better than nothing why do I let my heart be spurned?

It was a dream fully realized that was lived richly, hungrily, until its inevitable end. Tension pressed inward, movement tethered and restrained, the spirit strained through a fine and unforgiving sieve until longing gently unfastened the chaste. And there, at the threshold between ache and awakening, the beautiful Being discovered the key at last: unlocking the cage not by force, but by will alone, almost as if by magic. Unmade by love, released from devotion, this beautiful being gathers back every trembling thing once given. Two bodies loosen from the heat of becoming One, separation sliding slowly like silk from bare skin— aching, tender, as the body slowly remembers its own name.