I wonder how you do this.
My heart expands and aches, all at once. You weave words in a way that pierces my soul with such intensity, and I am left burning, flames smoldering my breath and catching fire to every desire I have ever conjured for a man. Then the ashes blow in the wind, far away from me.
I reach out to grab onto something, but nothing is there.
My love, he is elusive. And the ache continues to grow until the monsters at my table scurry away in fear for the beast that it has become.
You stir the quiet waters, and they awaken, and I open in places that before remain ignored.
Your words, vulnerable strings of music, they reach inside and throw open the hidden doors to the parts of me that few people can find.
I collapse into my own desires as I let you in.