Mars retreats—a warrior without battle. The Four of Cups lingers, love offered but untouched. Desire fades, not in flames, but in quiet neglect. The Eight of Swords binds, unseen fears tightening their hold. A heart, caged by ghosts of old wounds, shies away.
Passion once roared, now a whisper lost in the wind. The Lovers reversed—connection frayed, bodies close but souls distant. We reach, yet pull away. The past lingers, an unshakable specter. The Five of Wands—silent struggles, unspoken needs.
Control creeps in, a rigid grasp around intimacy’s breath. The Emperor looms, order choking the wild pulse of want. The Devil—temptation twisted into avoidance, fear disguised as restraint. We shrink, we silence, we lose our way.
Can love’s embers ignite from these cold remains? The Star flickers—a fragile hope, a whisper of warmth. Healing demands surrender, the courage of The Strength—to face shadow, to meet touch without fear.
Tarot offers no answers, only a mirror. The path is choice, not fate. Can we step forward, beyond the chains of lost desire? Can we reclaim the body’s song and let it lead us home?
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