A passing ghoul in the skin of man once told me he felt like a jellyfish when he prayed.
I immediately hated that statement and felt sharp disdain for the person.
I want on-the-lap, by-the-campfire intimacy, to be touched with ravishing intimacy, not to be unapproachable in a dark, vast expanse.
Enrapture me, capture me Lord.
I may simply be seeking euphoria but something deep within seems to ache for more, even if not merely that.
For a face
or a warm embrace
A chase.
A friendship, a stillness and stability that no human tranquility or civility could match even for a moment. Your hand in mine.
A branch and a vine.