August 11, 2012

• Perhaps I reach for this because someone else has pushed,

  someone else has paved the path and now you cross it

  the moment I was searching,

  but reasons don’t change the fact that I know it when I see it.

  I know the pleasure of its ache,

  the pain of its burn,

  the possession of its desire,

  and the surrender of its gasp.

  Yes, it’s true by my understanding and requires no qualifier.

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