Lust, that is the feeling, raw and influential. I never know where to start or where to stop. I hesitantly go with what is passed out in front of me. I'm eager with compassion, with love to spare.

Give this to me, let it burn in my chest, let it sting in my throat. Let me feel the bewildering weight, sitting heavy on my shoulders. Present but appreciable, existing, manifesting into what I hope to call love.