She doesn’t arrive softly.

She enters the room like a slow fire,

like an old song you thought you forgot

but still hum under your breath.

My body reacts before I do—

a pulse gone reckless,

a heat rising in the hollow of my throat.

She is not just something I want.

She is something I survive.

The kind of desire that does not pass,

only deepens.

And I am already too far gone.