What It Is…

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.

I Want To Thank You

…for giving me the best day of my life (so far…)

 

Inspired, again, this is what I say to you:

“I carry you with me into the world, into the smell of the rain and the words that dance between people and for me, it will always be this way, walking in the light, remembering being alive together.”

and

“I wish you could have been there for the sun and the rain and the long hard hills. For the sound of a thousand conversations scattered along the road. For the people laughing anf crying and remembering at the end. But, mainly, I wish you could have been there.”

- Storypeople

 

The Love Remains

I stopped writing for you.

Writing is my heart and I stopped writing when I found I could not write without reference to you,
without mentioning you, conjuring you up, thinking of you, wanting you, feeling you inside of me…

I stopped writing because I thought somehow, mistakenly, I needed to “let you go”…
I thought I was causing you harm simply by remembering, still feeling…
then I thought I was causing myself harm,
then I thought I was causing the world harm…

Now I know: love harms no one.
Love is simple, kind.
Love is feeling, full, lush, magical.

Love is not something to be afraid of, and it is not something to hide.
Love is not something to bottle up and keep to yourself -
I have to give my love away…
infused with Us, you and I, I am inspired…
I love, because of Us, not despite us.
I love because of what we touched, knew, saw, were… in those moments together…
and while those moments have passed,
the love remains,

There is no other way to say it.

The love remains.

Love Always Holds It’s Place.

Love Never Ends.

And:

Love Is Enough.

And guess what?

I shine with love.