Do I scare you?
Is my music too loud? Can you sense the symphony under my skin, the cello and the drum beat? My own little march and invitation.
Is that why you want to turn me down.
Do I scare you? With words this long, and seeing through? With asking for your stories, too?
You scare me, it seems. Your dull charm and your possibility. The way my fingers itch toward your chest, toward ribs and the cracking of cages wide open.
This has always been my wild persuasion. A man buried as deep as you. And the promise of an excavation.
“Ordinary life does not interest me” ~ Anais Nin