Lacan said the desire of man is the desire of the Others. I always wonder what desire is actually calling from my own soul; What is the truth I am searching for my own heart; And what is the movement moves from my own body. Only when I became mindful to the passive voice, be called, be seen, be moved, can I desire my desire—— “Trusting the connection." From the untamed roars Of the Pacific's depth To the serene whispers Along the Atlantic's breathe Savor each flake of snow on departing leaves An embrace untasted beneath the palm's eternal eaves After pain in the vein After glow in my soul If to see is to be seen Dwell this moment longer Before the surrender came To a stranger’s gaze If to feel is to be felt Gently lost in the consciousness Where time and space interlace until we are no longer you and I If to move is to be moved Let the body express intensity While affect infold into this encounter If to touch is to be touched Tie me up while pushing me away Leave myself to set me free Hear my vulnerability's silent plea at last Grasp a handful of snow, from last winter's vast Holding tight while letting go I dreams of one day, all we want is to have some feelings.
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– with an eternal attraction to the maritime. Her hands in the lukewarm water, caress the scalp and the wet hair of the person whose hair she is cleansing. Gazing out over the sea, – conchs and pirates, by-gone monsoons fill her soul with sweet sadness.