In the Absence of Fear, what’s left?
What would I do?
I get closer.
I cuddle her standing up,
fitting my body into hers, and hers into mine.
Vulnerable and desirous,
I let go, and let her choose.
“Maybe she’ll turn away. Maybe she’ll turn me down.”
I still love her, still want her.
I will want her every time I see her.
I press until she opens, Surrenders.
Warmth seeking warmth.