Intimacy

Complicated,
this puzzle of flesh,
this Rubik's cube of emotion -
an ever-altering riddle of expectations.

At once what was right
now becomes wrong,
and that once was wrong
evolves into right.

There must be a place
where desire is whole,
          where wants and needs
find a middle ground,
where the machinations of this beast
bear fruit both can stomach.

I could be anything
if I knew just what to be;
I could do anything
if I knew just what to do.

Yet as I pace this enigma
it stays one step ahead.
I chase and it runs,
never tiring of this race.
I stop and it waits,
lets me catch my breath...