Uncertainty didn’t disappear before
passion— it was
positioned outside of you.
Looking for it—
Somewhere here inside of me
Not because you held power,
but because you built
an illusion that buffered you
from seeing where power
actually wasn’t.
Authority stabilizes uncertainty.
The bedroom becomes safety—
Sheets, a place where wanting
doesn’t have to fracture.
Don’t judge me for choosing hope.
I wouldn’t invite you
if I didn’t trust you
to be close,
to stay close.
Méfiance
ne m’a jamais appartenu.
I want your passion—
not to take it,
but to hold it
with my hands opened,
slowly enough to stay.
J’ai tellement à donner.
© GÄ
Poétique 