Mine

Approaching slowly, stealthily
unseen.
It reaches out
caressing lovingly
what it may never touch.
It recoils as if
the sun has shone down,
revealing.
It knows a single moment of uncertainty,
knowing It is close to discovery.
The heat burns, scorching
though nothing is seen.
Nothing exists.
Nothing unacknowledged can.
Yet I feel what is waiting,
if I but turn to look.
A shadow shifts,
sleep eludes me.
I ponder the danger,
the joy, the pain,
the pleasure.
In the dark it ventures nearer.
Seems it never leaves,
not completely.
I cannot deny the sense.
This thing will not allow denial.
It is strong, unrelenting.
It breaths warmly,
I can almost feel it.
Moist, sweet, untamed
unreasoning. Appealing.
A life of it's own
formed of it's volition...
never mine.
Simply crouched,
waiting,
willing the door to open a crack.
A foot poised to slide forward,
keeping vigil for opportunity.
It is there.
I will not name it.
I feel it intensely.
I will not bring it to light.
I yearn for it.
It knows.
I fear it's consequence.
It welcomes me.
I know, as do you
that it is possible.
It is enveloping.
It has a need to devour all in it's path.
I am in it's path,
you are with me.
Do not look.
It knows you all too well.
It is aware.
It is powerful, overwhelming
needy, desired,
suppressed.
It will not be acknowledged.
Not by me.
So it will not be named.
It remains
intangible, intense, secret.
Unknowable.
Mine.