There is beauty in being delicate, in being fragile. This may strike at the reason I find vulnerability so enticing – a magnet to the predatorial side of me. In it’s presence I feel both the need to devour and to protect.
I do not desire a partner who is not resilent; but those rare moments where she has let go so completely in the faith that my hands will be there to keep her still and safe…
We treasure most what is easiest lost.
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And then the weight of the gathered angels, not perched on pins,
But on the delicate housing of a broken angel,
Shattered the house made of glass,
cutting clear to ebony bone, swift death
to the child of speculation and half-formed hopes.