That's maybe later, but it's not for now. Again tries to kiss her. And improvised I see by taken, helpless selves, not willed nor chosen by either you nor me, much less any we. That's just the same old seduction it seems to me. And honest put me to that same use, where there's no pleasure given that's not taken back.
Life is desire.
Again tries to kiss her. But not heart to heart. And I fear that it's in fact much less. There's nothing that's more. I want for me, that all bright fires of mirrors and self-love go out, and a passioned heart come twin with mine to burn the dark to constant light.