Desire is this thing that needs hiding.
Until its safe for unleashing, it’s hiding.
In the dark.
In the quiet.
Secret desire crammed in a box.
Poised in a box in the mind.
Ready for escape.
Secret and safe and smothered.
Desire won’t run dry if it runs free..
Let it go, grow and flow.
Let it be.
Painting is a zoomed in version of John William Waterhouse’s Psyche Opening the Golden Box 1903