You come to me to talk of desire,

To speak of it in terms of negotiation,

I knew this time would be,

This time you’d try talk me off the edge,

The edge as you see it,

The edge of desire,

But I do not wish to negotiate,

I only wish to speak wordless in the moment,

To speak of it in all its wildness,

The wildness of desire,

So I tell you contained in this moment,

That I only fall in love with desire,

Desire unyielding and wild,

Wild in its pursuit of unattainable connection,

Unattainable connection to the heart,

The heart that’s restricted in its movement,

The heart contained in this moment,

Where I cannot be talked from the edge,

And I in all that wildness,

has destroyed everything all around us,

And I remain on the edge,

The edge always of desire.

He used to say once you’ve felt the darkness creep you can spot it in anyone. You can recognise the suffering of another’s mind. A wordless look that’s all it took, a look of knowing when you’ve suffered too. It’s a type of scar that gets left behind. A gift if you will for the burden of the dark nights. It allows you see, those that suffer in all their light. It’s in the eyes he’d say, you can see the shadows. He’d spot it from a mile away. He’d say it out- loud for all to hear. He was fearless in his recognition. Fearless in his saying, he’d suffered too. He’d advise to talk it outside of yourself, paint it outside of yourself, when the wordless day’s cast shadows, write it outside of yourself. His speaking was as if anointing freedom within. Now you know to be fearless. Fearless with the ink on the dark days as he would be fearless in speaking. To anyone with shadows, don’t forget, there’s light in you too