Lust is hating what you want to Love — that wanton outside yourself.
You want it due to your lack inside.
You probe and push and seek it surgically. The ones that fail are sacrificed.
“I see you. You have a wild thing inside,” he said.I felt calmed and comforted by the acknowledgment.I do have a wild thing, a feral animal inside.
I lived for my time on my horse. My time in the woods. My time turning over rocks…