Why Desire Is The Strangest Feeling
The strangest feeling is desire
Desire to own, to have, to see, to possess
What does it mean
To be tied to love, when so much of love is in untying knots
Stripping naked, baring bones, being free
In the hopes that somehow leaving no ropes, cloth, string and chains
Will tie us more tightly to ephemeral gain
If I wanted you beside me
I still wouldn’t change
You would be you
And I would be the same
