10:48 am
No rhyme or reason, your eyes. Lips on my neck just below my ear. A smile. A sigh. It’s not sex…with you it never is. It’s peace. Immersion.
I feel your eyes on me. You let me meet your gaze, and maybe that’s part of what got me in the first place. You leave doors open, unattended. Invitations without assumption. Gazes without expectation. I gently run a finger down your bare chest, pushing a pool of shadow on your skin. We both laugh. I rest my head on your shoulder.
You are sunlight and bright flowers dancing on a windswept field. And I don’t know why I can feel you. I swore off your kind a long time ago, but. Here I am. Drowning in the essence of you, both loving and hating every part of it. .
The world doesn’t exist here. It’s a place I made for us, because that’s what I can do. I can create as I destroy, and sometimes I think I’m just a conduit to a different time or place or dimension in the multiverse. Maybe all of them, and maybe what I feel is the me in all of those, loving, living, learning, creating.
Destroying.
I’ve destroyed so much. Laid waste, burned and salted the earth because of men who would try to tame the wild in me. Chain me to their expectations. Stuff me in cages made of their own needs. My rage knew no bounds, and I was made of fire. I walked to that volcano to meet myself, and I was humbled by her. Power. Might. Utter violence.
You met me in The Quiet. The place that words forgot. Where words don’t belong. I was hungry and tired, and dusty from the road and you never asked me to speak, but you let me. If I wanted to.
Maybe that why…right here.
Right now.
It’s you.
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