Nothing stands alone.
Do we think we burn separate from the
greater flame of our desire?
Even fire needs a breeze to feed its
touch.
Yet it's the wind that yearns to
taste the flame.
And to what holy dance do we
belong?
Do we lick the breeze for our
delight?
Do we spread ourselves wide before the
night...eager for the sweep of its
embrace?
Nothing stands alone.
We are only what we dare to
touch.
Nothing more.
Love,
Eric
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