To know such things as the smell of beauty in the air... And the creativity a woman forges like her captive...Only to think that I could never walk away unless forced or asked. . .

Have you ever forced yourself cold as to protect oneself from harm.  The soft sharp edges. . .her nothingness and everything. . .

Only to think that I could never walk away from something with someone which honors worth... and caters love. . .yet, forced...as it burns.

Forever on the verge of revelation only to remain sealed. For the cost of self unflicted pain,  without mercy.   Yet grace lies upon her tongue like temptation.  Seducing my mind into moments of forever.