Desire stretches as it waxes and wanes.
It creates accomodation -
Finding delicious strength in darkness' weakness.
Regret molds and shapes;
It shores up that which desire destroys -
Creating the strength to face the grayness of desireless days.
Guilt pushes against the tide.
I regret stability - the pier beneath my feet - even while I fear the suffocating grasp of the ocean.
But without water, I will crumble.
I build pilings against waves of desire.
I refuse the sea.
The demands of the day are too strong.
I long for moisture and the taste of salt.