The desire
to fuse with you completely
melding our bodies
into sublime oneness.
The danger
losing ourselves in the pleasure
until the intensity builds
to a point of explosion
shattering us
into so many fragments
we may never be able
to put ourselves back together.
The lines are blurry
how can we tell
is it passion
or obsession?
How can we stop one
leading to the other?
Previously published on The Brain is a Noodle.
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Hilda Carroll
Hilda Carroll is a writer, meditation teacher and interior designer who helps people create sanctuary in their homes and lives. Learn more at www.hildacarroll.com
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