seduction.

"It is the nature of desire not to be satisfied, and most human beings live only for the gratification of it"
[Aristotle]

Magical innocence of youth
Slowly deteriorates with aged wisdom
Into an inevitable haunting desire.
An ache for transcendence to
Surpass the mundane monotony and
Rise into the passion of complete unbridled freedom.

This spark of intimacy reflects
Fiery embers from your eyes
Gazing towards the ominous pilgrimage
Required to quench
The thirst of your parched soul.

Yet
You are seduced back by
Unhealed wounds from
Arrows of darkness.
Lies shoot disdain for this
Quaint sentiment of a
Sacred Romance.
And into the quasiredemptive busyness
Called life
You return
Embracing
What is your anesthetized heart

Only to find your indulgent attempts
At gratification fail.
Curiosities are never tamed
But crystallized
Broken only by the step of faith
Off the edge of the abyss.

[nicole w.]