We come to understand the triangulation of desire. We see the lover, the beloved, and the obstacle which separates them from one another. Desire requires this separation, without it the structure of Eros collapses in upon itself.
The lovers wish to remove the barrier, dissolve the boundaries, to become one. This is the nature of the craving, the need for union, the longing for dissolution of the boundary. The aching for sacred violation.
And this, of course, is impossible. All time cannot be removed between the two, all space cannot be destroyed, for we are human creatures, bodies and minds and souls, made of our own flesh and bone and skin and psyche.
We are destined to remain within ourselves, to remain individual selves. All the while, within each of us, a longing which can never be fulfilled, never be satisfied.
There are some of us who seek for even the slightest satiation of these needs, sparking, burning, flashing in the dark.
And here we have the poetry that is desire. The poetics of loss, of need, of want, of the tragic beauty of the bittersweet emptiness.
Star gazers. Seekers of knowledge, tasters of the forbidden fruit. Practitioners of the art of seduction.
We beckon, we sing our siren songs for no one who can save us from ourselves.
Ouroboros.
Desirer of the desire, wanter of the want.
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Photo by Alexander Krivitskiy
Allison Marie Conway 