Caught on the blade of my heart's desire,
I touch his face.
It takes all my strength not to show
how that touch rocks me.
His skin is soft. He is so young, so
full of life, passion, possibilities.
Anguish and longing choke me.
He is not mine. Can never be mine. But
my desire is so strong it feels like dying.
Solitude, once a sanctuary, is now bitter
and corrosive.
I have lost myself.
