WASP
...now i stand at the foot of her bed and watch her sleep, and silently ask the question "who are you?" but the question only echoes back upon myself. oh, i know what she goes through. she aches with desire. she reaches out for nothing, and nothing comes back. she is bound by walls of feeling. they surround me too, but i must reach through the walls and provide. there is no providing on a lingering summer's walk; there is no providing in a caress. i have been to the place she wants me to go. i have seen how the king of feelings, the great god Romance seats us in his giant hand and thrusts us upward and slowly turns us under the sky. but it is given to us only for minutes, and we spend the rest of our lives paying for those few moments. love moves through three stage: attraction, desire, need. the third stage is the place i cannot go.