R.M. Dolin, January 16, 2024
It’s worrisome, this dynamic of recursively inviting me into your deepest most vulnerable space, places not meant to be shared, showcasing your beauty and mystery on levels that launch me into orbit. But each time I cozy close to the comforting warmth of your presence, you coldly push me away. You don’t have to fear me. You don’t have to dismiss feelings and emotions you’re doubting. You don’t have to worry about being hurt, I’ll never hurt you. There's a closeness with you, an intimacy beyond anything I’ve known. A charm as much as a gift that leaves me yearning for more, causing me to worry about losing myself in a tragically fatal fall.
