my dear, i whisper

to thee what haunts--

in essence.

a profoundly secret

and intimate space...

inhabited by a longing

that will not announce

itself.

yet smothers with its

growing intensity.

intrusive as a host of voyeurs.

an oppressive air you

just want to writhe against.

i am that air...breathing all

over you.

i am possessed of an enveloping,

and unapologetic strength...

around you.