discovering patience

since I have known touch and pace,
the earliest movements of desire.
it is this desire that finds reason to
occupy the space of my imagination

my desire overwhelms me
for fullness, completeness,
my longing for the truth
behind these wordless
expressions of contentment.

yet for these to be known,
a worthy conduit of passion
must meet my gaze,
must break through the
faĆ¹x resistance that so
characterizes my behavior.

but my guise is too heavy, too convincing.

how shall I emerge from behind brocade drapes
to enshroud myself only in satin and gauze?

how shall I lure wary souls into my own
uncharted waters when I am still learning
to chart my course, to engage my sails and
navigate coarse oceans of desire and truth?

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