The Spool of Desire's Kite

Not for a single moment did I think you would come today. When you arrive, a certain sadness stirs within me, hurling away that terrible incompleteness.

Don't think—that I don't want to see you.

You sit beside me...the moment your fingers brush against me, an unknown feeling swallows me whole, blood cells racing deep within—in fierce urgency—pausing only when wrapped around your chest, until at last our conversations of memory grow weary.

If you inquired, you would discover—you are the kite of my desires.