Against the Pane
I had not thought to love again with that dizzy daffy joy of joining at the heart and hand and sometimes hip-- I had believed I beat that beast, that hunger, that despair and disappointment when connection fails. I did believe that I no longer cared: Immunity attained, myself now proof against the sight of others drifting in the rosy joyful clouds, the bliss of knowing another, and being known accepted welcomed touched and moved, embraced, enjoyed... Apparently not. Sign in to see full entry.