Desire

I used to think

art and love were things we do -

not because anyone tells us to,

but because something inside us insists

on being seen, 

and shared.

But tonight,

sleepless with desire, 

I realise:

art and love aren't things we do at all. 

They're an undoing. 

And what I want most - 

is to be undone,

entirely,

by you.