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What is that part of me 

that wants so badly to possess him?

Certainly that part is bred of

Fear, attachment, clinging

Is it the part that wants to relax,  

To give up and die?

I want him to fill the hole

The hole in my body

In my mind

And soul

But sensing the desperate, grasping child

I see the error of my way

And like the butterfly

I try to free him

With open hands

And an open heart

Radiating love

on a bus to Kannur, November 2009