The simplicity of this now. Slow down. Listen. Feel the dimensionality of your vessel. Your hips resting on the earth. Your skin kissing the air. The flame of desire within. The will to life. Life longing for itself. Where does desire originate? How long can lust burn in you without expression? What would happen if the next time you met your lover in the open space of as yet unmet desire, you were to stand naked face to face and inches apart but not touching? Close enough to feel one another’s breath, close enough to feel one another’s gravity but an infinite infinitesimal distance from their flesh. How long could you last in the electricity of polarity? How much are you willing to feel?