We both are destroyed and in need of patching
Fragmented for so long that there is no real pain
Just a dull, constant ache.
This here, now…
Is just a feeling, just a moment that we need.
Something to fix the broken spirit
To take away the misery of being numb.
It’s not about love.
That is another thing for another time and place.
Just be here now and fall into this emotion with me.
I want to feel something,
Anything…
Everything…
Now, in the silence at the beginning,
My mind is alert and aware, it seems, for the very first
time.
Piqued for every nuance of communication between we two
Seeking a knowledge that everything is OK
That. I. am. OK.
My body starving for validation for so long,
That it is acceptable and able
Able to stir a feeling in another.
To create a fire in another.
Then your voice, just barely a whisper generated from
A place in the middle of your essence
And your touch, searing my skin with a different,
Sweet torment.
Both are striving to give me answers,
Both urgent and gentle at the same time.
Exploring, seeking and learning.
Teaching.
And I try to repay this in kind.
Your eyes expressing a wonder at this instant.
That this, here is…
That I am…
So perfect in this moment.
As are you.
There are no flaws of body or personality.
There is just the humid air
And the soft music of two beings
Finding a strength in each other.
Strength, that is not present in one of us alone,
To go to the place where our souls are complete.
And in that moment, that beautiful, electric, microcosm.
When appreciation of one another is overwhelming.
Agonizingly exhausting.
Reborn, we bask in what we gave to one another.
It’s not just a
feeling,
It’s something more, a gift.
Something vital to survival
Given at a time of need.
Maybe it is a form of love.
Not a romantic love though
But a tenderness, an appreciation of another creature
One in need of the same repair.
Please.