My Love-Opus
Prompt: What am I looking to experience with a partner if I had it all my way?
Hey You - When I open my eyes to you in the morning a wave of gratitude and appreciation washes through my body, zipping and zagging my soul awake… well, at least the majority of mornings.☺️
I could spend hours admiring your face… a face that never gets old… your energy smoothing your wrinkles in my eyes. The curves of your body seem to follow the waves of sunlight. The breathgiving ‘awe’ experienced in the flow of your movements.
I need to be able to speak of you in a way that makes women jealous, men envious, and you both soaking wet and melt at the same time. Admiration is the purest form of love. Yet there are endless opportunities in love and sheer delight to be had in our uncovering. Our will is untethered through love… creating an allowance for commitment. The potency is unearthly as it travels through the senses and is utterly transcendental. Love is to be experienced, shared, tasted, smelled and not just by us. Like a bad sewer line, the scent travels, drawing the conscious attention of those in its vicinity. A forcefield of sorts providing protection, power, inspiration, and limitless energy. One of the many mysteries of history.
We are the earthly and existential embodiment of mutual: adoration, reverence, communion, creation, and partnership. You provide your chest to lay my head on when I need to hear the heartbeat of life. A friend and companion in exploration, fun, and tribulation. We bask in the feeling of, “I would go anywhere with you” that builds our deep sense of Home, ever-present.
We share practices that allow and encourage our gentle self-awareness, connection, individuation, and growth through the expansions and contractions of existence. Exhale. Inhale… Breathing the other’s air with foreheads connected, almost glued, our eyes gazing; transfixed by the wonderment of the galaxies contained in those miraculous, beautiful marbles directly across; little soul windows, shutters open. A look turns darkness into light, illuminating a room beyond its walls. The whisper of ‘Hey You’ as my lips brush over your soft lips. Our soul recognizes ourselves in the other. The blurring of reality overlaid with frames of our other timelines as if they are glimmering through the static fuzz of an old TV. The pleasantly unpleasant experience of the universe tuning each of us as the images smooth in moments of transparency simply to be acquired. Hours are experienced as minutes. There is no place for Time in such a moment. We know that death does not part.
Our tantalizing ineffability of love in motion (verb). Your smile, your wink, our hug that transmutes the moment, blasting through all lifetimes of history; eternity. A linear line cannot capture our beginning and end. Only a circle can near suffice. The alpha, the omega exist directly next to each other on the curvature. Neighbors… foreheads touching, eyes connected. It shocks our minds, tickles our soul, rivets our chests, and flips the switch of deep knowing that lies in our core.
Forgiveness bleeds until it creates clots. As the other, it is a privilege to both witness and experience your fullness in all expressions. You are perfectly imperfect. It is no longer about ‘needing too’ or even ‘wanting too’. It is about ‘getting too’ and that is somewhere beyond significant. Actions infused with love are the outward expression of my deep inner Caring.
Perhaps finally, the realization of the pure simplicity of Love; the energy that contains all emotions. The only one that exists in a state where the only way to create more of it is by giving it. The gift of love exponentially multiplies when shared. Love cannot be held or stored, else it be lost.
Bodies are simple in comparison, but a necessity for existence in this world, so we delight in holding of hands, an extended embrace, a butt grope much to public, and the pure joy of kissing in a way that evokes an “Ewwww!!!” in children and adults alike.
I read your body eagerly like braille, electrifying you with my touch, playing you like a world renowned string musician plays their instrument, and humming in all of your soft crevices like a harmonica. A real soul screw… A cosmic blowjob…. The enlightenment that comes from being fuccckkkked hard by the universe, but in a good way….. The Spirit and Soul joining Us for group sex. Some real ‘Next Level Love’ shit.
I love you, and I look forward to dancing with you… naked in the middle of a room, just you and I, gazing into each other’s eyes, bodies fit together like the perfect pieces of a puzzle 🧩. Arms, intertwined shoulders connected, hearts bonded. Movement Shifting, in a way that just moves with our natural flow.
Lastly, a “till the fucking wheels fall off…” kind of attitude woven into our tapestry.
~Me
A thank you to Chelsea & Kristine/Oli for somehow managing to separately ask me what I desired in a relationship an hour apart on the same night. The gift of a well timed, curious question can provide a lifetime of blessings.
And thank you to everyone who has shown me what love is, provided contrast, and who have been guinea pigs as I have waywardly stumbled thus far in life. I am sorry, grateful, and you are welcome.