"These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
Which as they kiss consume." Left with the same questions as you, what fire and powder are we left to consume? With every kiss what fate would have us? obviously, something worth the while. It would have to, there's nothing in this world that could tell me more than my own heart. but, then what does that say? You see my open affection, as it envelopes me beautifully, casting a dream over life, unseen like the air we breath. And if i chose to feel these things...
"What ’s in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.' Don't you see whats happening? I could pretend to others, but the lies stop when i look to you. Your eyes, warm, and soft away from others trying to peak inside. you cast a light upon me, i am not alone with you.. i know. It's discombobulatingly wonderful, bewildered as this fate, [you] have come upon me like a fever. i can only look to this situation with crazy kitten eyes, would you stop with your string? it's enticing me as you well know. oh, but please don't stop. should there be so much to say? I could just fold you in the corners of my smile, as to eternally hang on these gestures of words. As i did, as I do when i read or hear of anything you say. about how you’re looking oh so lovely, patiently how you smile. i can feel your eyes on mine, as if the sun had once again kissed my body. scorched with passion is my heart, what poison you are, but so sweet, i'm living in a dream. and once again i am tingling with the warmth i feel in your soul, like you tickling my legs, or holding my face, or breathing your air, you are simply always just there. secretly, undeniably, in certainty.

"What a terrible mistake to let go of something wonderful for something real." — Miranda July

~*"Give me one room to come home to.Give me the palm of your hand.
Every strand of my hair is a kite string
and I have been blue in the face with your sky,"
— Andrea Gibson, from “Maybe I Need You”