I don’t know what it is…
I’ve given up asking, or trying to figure out the “what” of it….
now, I just accept the magic, the transformative feeling when it enters me,
I let it wash over me, wipe the slate of my heart clear, and renew me with it’s passion and fire.
I get it completely: the why of it, now…
It is the only way you feel alive again,
it’s in the kisses, the heart beats, the steamy skin, the anticipation, the heat…
it’s in that instant of seeing, connecting with that most primal lust, that transcends time and space -
that makes you feel again – it’s that overwhelm, that flush, in the fusion of limbs and lips,
that energy that overtakes, moves you forward, gives you the gift of immortality, if only in that moment…
that plays out again and again, anew.
It’s a beautiful thing.
And I am glad to have shared a piece of it with you, to have experienced a piece of it in myself…
And I am washed over, again and again, in the strangest moments, with the feeling of those memories:
being alive, with you…
skin to skin, alive. heart to heart. alive. eye to eye, alive.
Yes, I say. I could not have lived with out it.
(In that, you are all and in every way right.)
More, please, Universe. More, please.
Let me feel all of life all at once again.