“it is my desire I desire, and the loved being is no more than its tool.”
–Roland Barthes
Something amorphous hid
in the shadows.
It whispered the edges
Of his conversations,
A slow susurration
Beneath anything she said.
He felt a need for something
He could not define.
He knew the stories—
The liaisons, the beheadings;
Yet, he desired more
Than just to listen.
So, he ignored his heart,
And stepped into the dark.
(June 8, 2017)
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