Between trembling and milking and bonding,
In the interval of surface and current and attention,
Impulse slips through the boundary of cognition while ambiguity dips below the technicality.

As hollow permeates the in-between of notion and motion,
We wander through the chamber of floating perception,

Void vomits emotion.
Uncertainty proliferates intuition.
Discomfort permits gratifying tension.

We are playing
In this task machine.

“I want you to put your nose here,
in all the fur;
you can make liquid.”
You said.
And you brush your hair,
as if the sensation links us in a metaphysical form.
Here,
at which I look, the almost hidden;
reveals the desire, the beauty, the holistic imagination,
the symbolic dreamy garden, the self-love, the confidence, the adventure, the complexity.
All these,
belong to you;
a completion, a human, I see you.
Rosy Heart.