A road with no good end, and yet my heart takes the first step with you, intent upon the joys of the travel; and though I know where it leads,

Weak, I submit

At first, I am safe and good and muted, but through all the right moves - so wrong - you have awakened me, new and good. You have intensified me.

Releasing to your gaze, I forget how lightly my hold is on you. Your body, as I press into it, obscures the one day you will push me away.

The surge - electric and joyful - when I hear your voice, see your name, imagine your touch, masks the gravity that pulls me down, brutally hard and sad, when you break away.

I have no control over where the heart wanders or to whom. It demands, it desires, it determines.

Weak, I submit.

Opening my hand and letting go the one who touches me, reaches me, pleases me, who makes me vivid, takes more than I have. The road continues to call

Weak, I submit