And indeed there will be time
To wonder, "Do I dare?" and "Do I dare?"
...
Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
...
I grow old...I grow old..
...
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
- The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, T.S. Eliot
Honestly? It's about feeling alive and connected. Show me your rawness, your warts and all, show passion, show that I affect you, show that there is no 'later, for another time,' and I can't help but be drawn. Show me
you in the moment.
I hate the masks people put on (and, not to toot my own horn *HONK! HONK!* but I'm pretty darn good at finding out when people are not being genuine).
If I can shake your sensibilities, if you
let me shake your sensibilities (i.e., be affected), that's

. And, trust.
I mean no harm for I will gladly return to you, what you have given me, in kind (maybe a different way, perhaps, which is *me*). So, without assuming there is 'time enough', do,
be. I shall promise to do the same. As near
always as I can get.