I came to you that night, our only one, eager to know you and disbelieving my good fortune. I felt clumsy with your body as I could not handle the collision of my inexplicable love for you and decades of hunger caused by not knowing how to see my true self. Your slender fingers cradled the back of my neck and in that moment I knew... this exists. I held you against me and my heart repeated treasure, treasure, treasure when it saw you through my hands. At your request, I pulled myself from your embrace in the wee hours, and knew it would never again look like this. Because two half-clothed bodies pressing into each other can only achieve so much closeness and you and I are seekers of deeper intimacy and ultimately this life is a treasure hunt. Your lipstick on my t-shirt, left behind the moment you fell asleep on my chest... X marks the spot. You went away, as far as you could stand... you handed me a map. The burning in my heart urging me to find you where you really are... a compass that is true. You find me in the warmth of the sun on your face. And when I say that I find you in the broad smiling face of our luscious moon, what I am really saying is this: Once I found you everywhere, I realized that the treasure is me.
Posted on: Fri, 17 Oct 2014 17:30:16 +0000
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