foreheads

i feel this crazy mad hunger for connection.

and also for intimacy

but i feel no crazy mad hunger for sexual contact. rightnow. yet.

i feel more cautious than hungry. wait, i've said this before. this is an echo.

but holy cannoli. the hunger is weirdly strong.

i am aware enough of who i am to know who i will become when allowed. when the leeway is given by lust and romance and intimacy.

i do not want to become who i know i *can* become.

so ... it will be harder work than i gave it credit for previously

oh. good god my dreams have been intense and fabulous and scary and good lately.

i love sleep.

i am tired of the whirlwind.

i want foreheads.

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