The Dangerous Geometry of Heart

“Of all the hearts I know, the toughest to understand was my own.”

The heart harbors a terror of romance, yet aches to accompany your every thought, to ace your form.
It trembles at the potential depth of its own affection. Still, yearns for the sublime idea of romance—a delicious remoteness from the everyday, a cloak of mystery.
It desires a love so consuming it becomes a danger, a force so strong it makes one fear what one might do.
The heart seeks to feel another’s presence, without looking for them, drawn instead to humble eyes that command every room.
It seeks the lightness held within eyes of dark intent, and hungers to explore the mind’s most cryptic thoughts.
The mere thought of them caressing its depths sends shivers.

It craves uncaged desires, so potent they are threatening.
The heart desires distance, that the resulting tension may pull like a magnet.
It searches for them even when it stands as the room’s brightest center.
It wants to disappear, so they might be compelled to find it.
It instructs them to crawl inside the mind and unearth every wicked fantasy.

The heart wants to be a secret worth keeping, a difficult truth only they are allowed to know.
It wants the kind of silence between two people that feels louder than any conversation.
It wants a reckless hand that reaches out, not to save it, but to pull it deeper into the danger.
It yearns for a devotion so absolute it would justify the risk of being utterly broken.

Ultimately, the heart, in its extremity, seems useless at its best, and at its worst, dangerously beautifully alive…