I allow your essence to permeate my innermost self.
I question the validity of my being with every instance.
I witness you and succumb to my intimate need to delve deep within you.
Without question, I dance in the fields of your creation, and transcend my own self to exist inside your aesthetic manipulations.
On moments such as this…
I yearn above it all to understand my own essence.
I wonder if my interactions are based on more than mere sensual reactions to your existence and your creations.
I juxtapose my needs and your desires with my desire to need you.
I consent willingly to expose the unexplored crevices of my consciousness.
I feel, if only for a single instance a yearn to cease being anything other than ethereal.
You, you are my art.
My muse, my religion.
My subduer, my subjectivity.
My passion, and above all else…
My covet for endless cerebral mindfulness.