The Fox & The Coyote
There’s someone moving through my life… or maybe just through my imagination.
A muse, a mirror, a man I could never quite claim.
He’s become the quiet current beneath everything I write. Too intimate, too erotic, too revealing to share anywhere else.
What I’ve written about him isn’t just about him, though.
It’s about that feeling… the almost, the longing, the what-if.
The way we fall for someone who isn’t quite ours, yet still manages to inhabit every thought, every line, every dream.
It’s about the tension that lives in the liminal. The longing that both tortures and transforms us.
If you’ve ever loved someone just out of reach…
If you’ve ever built a story out of glances, silences, or unfinished sentences…
If you’ve ever wanted to know whether the person haunting my words is real, or simply a creation born of desire…
you’ll have to come closer.
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