At that Cauldron

What are you supposed to do, when you find yourself immersed in desire forbidden by good sense and commitment and decency? Where do you go for guidance when you know what the guidance will be and you discard its idiocy in advance?  Who can answer questions that you’re willing to pose only to your would-be lover, the lover who you know doesn’t share your desires, yet is central to your pain? These are the questions you dare not ask, and for which you dare not seek answers.  These are the questions that must remain hidden under the rock, buried deep beneath the cauldron far too hot to touch.