🖤 The Shape of Desire

Desire was never the enemy.

You were simply taught to fear your own hunger.

They told you to hide the wanting —

to make it small, polite,

something easily ignored.

But craving is its own kind of prayer,

and your body has been whispering for years.

You ache not for perfection,

but for truth —

for hands that don’t flinch at your edges,

for love that knows the language of ache

and still calls it beautiful.

Desire doesn’t destroy you.

It reminds you you’re still alive.

It builds temples out of breath and skin

and teaches you to kneel only for what you choose.

Let the hunger stay.

Feed it with meaning.

Call it sacred.

Because sometimes, the only way to heal

is to let yourself want again.