This Place

I’ve been shamelessly avoiding this topic, hoping that the feeling would fade. I look over at your photo and close my eyes, trying not to hear your voice.

I breathe in deeply and start counting: one… two… at three I gasp, releasing emotion, losing my will to deprivation, attempting to stop my mind from taking me there.

Disordered by love, lust, physical need; with a glimpse of hope I feel your breath. Your lips so close that I tremble.

Your bravura...

Sleepy brown eyes, barely open, close enough that I see myself in your gaze. Please don’t do this to me. Why can I feel you now? You were gone before we began; but I have you here, kissing my silence, tasting my fear, caressing my heart…

FUCK! Where have you taken me? Please name this place, give me an explanation. I’ve been told by so many that this can’t exist. Why did you bring me here and leave me? Why do you run when things become complex?

You fear us as a disappointment to your family and tradition; Cultural ties feed your anxiety. You have somehow twisted and slaughtered its true meaning however... a beautiful art form; lost in your attempt to renovate... -obscurity. A world lost from, but also contained by... reality, a mask within your true self, an assist that allows you to hide beneath the shadows.

As you connect, just for a bit, you succeed in stealing our breath, draining our blood, taking with you a glimpse of our passion, disregarding our sentiment and using it as a catalyst to dive deeper into your artistic abyss… We intensify your being and call to light the trouble with your current situation.

You will join me in this place someday. You may already be here, remove the blindfold and look me in the eye… You know where I am.