Perfect Combination
It wasn't hard being close to her, and feeling her being herself around him. He couldn't help but smile. He had his fears, his own daemons to slay - and she disallowed any of his and her own from getting in the way.
There was no stopping the tide, the way all the pieces could be set was fixed, and they both knew the rules. He felt her wonder if he really saw her; if he really saw beyond the oddities she found in herself. Words weren't enough to express to her that there were none in her he could find, which relaxed and eased his soul into remaining present.
In her eyes, he saw his own beauty mirrored perfectly right back at him, sparkling with twn thousand memories from a great lived experience. He accepted that her true passions were her own to reflect as she pleased, and she felt him enjoying her sanctuary.
The feelings swirled as his tongue worked to remember the letters within the words which expressed themselves, articulate and crisp. You are brave. You are breathtakingly beautiful to me. Your world is a beautiful arena, where the great are welcomed to reach their optimum levels, and where the curious are rewarded.
"Answer the question, honey," she coaxed, realising as he spoke that he tended to go into himself. He relaxed a little, learning fast what she meant by staying present. There was no pressure, after all, to be anything beyond what they were, which was enough.
"I have," he said. "There are no answers. It is what it is," said he, which was his way to be. He saw her accept him, and she felt his heart open a lot more as it burst. Within it she found a lot which lay buried for too long, trapped by his own mind over years of becoming as he was.
He refused to mask how she made him feel from her. It all came out of his mouth, however the perfect combination of letters eluded him.
When she closed her eyes, he mouthed a prayer of gratitude - an eternally devotional praise, giving thanks that she had found him at last.
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It was dark still outside when he stirred with a gasp. He drew a long breath, and exhaled deeply, sighing in relief as he realised where she was: beside him, nestled. Her knees bent, and he found himself pulled into an embrace by their warmth as they gently found his chest. His eyes were closed. He enjoyed feeling loved. Love, he knew, expressed itself as it chose to. Love is a hello, followed by a gesture of sharing in time, followed by the exhilirating invitation to simply be who you are and to remain true to that being, and to share the experience openly.
In the morning when she woke, he felt her depart from his side. It wasn't cruel, it was the way it had to be for the world not to shutter, crash and end. There were duties to fulfil, hours to experience and a whole new day was coming alive outside. She wished he could communicate that he was enjoying himself around her. He was. She looked into his face, and she couldn't help but feel a slight panic. He felt like a secure place; a space wherein she could drop all her guards and defenses, a nest to sleep in peacefully. She was. His guard was down, and his defenses lay abandoned at the door where he had chosen to leave them as he entered into her universe.
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Soon, the sun had risen and it was time to go. A part of him wished to stay and wait, and a part of her wished to stay and continue falling - however they both respected the world and its natural sense of order. Being with her was a feeling, and its beauty intoxicated his entire system. He believed that the world would work to bring him back to this place.
"I hope I didn't force you into anything, or bore you," she said as she came out of her bathroom wrapped in a gown. He stared, the words so far and removed from what he was experiencing that they sounded foreign to him.
He wished to embrace her assuringly, and remind her that some of the beauty in sharing space and time with another existed in the silent moments, the bursts of dance and explosions of singing and the wonders of expressing sincerely in the moment. She had taught him this. He remembered how stiff he was, and wondered if she had't perhaps mistaken this about him for absence in the moment.
"Schweet One, I never get bored, and I am hard to force into anything. Everything that I perceive in you is beautiful, yet that is not simply based on how you look but also what you say and how you say it, and you make it all worth while - so, to answer the question, no, you were a solutely incredible to me and your company is a relief. If all I had was this night, it would be enough for me. You allowed me to be submissive - and I hope it wasn't boring."
She laughed. He had done it at last! He had communicated how he was feeling in the present, from another present - sure - yet she could not help but feel herself being right there in it with him.
"You know that feeling where you know you have to go to work, but you would rather be doing something else?" She asked as she prepared to leave.
"Last night, I spent the evening with a person who has never woked a day in her life, because every act of service to her is a pleasure."
She smiled, remembering herself. He giggled, feeling that he wished to stay in her company for the day too. He also saw that even though a part of her wished to stay, the world beyond the threshold to her universe awaited, and that was her true bliss. He wanted to ask to walk her to literary heaven where she spent her days, however she insisted that he relax, have a soak and begin another new day remaining true to himself as he was. In her he felt he had found the perfect peace, a perfect combination of letters which made turned nothing into many remarkable somethings that made sense to want to wish to keep.
She left for the day, and soon too was he gone back to whence he had come. The world would seenits way done, as she would, and as surely as would he.
The roadtrip had begun, and the destination would present itself when it so desired. In that moment, being where she was felt to be the most incredible experience he could imagine. She was in him, and around, and he was safe inbetween the gentle winds of her tenderness.
There was no stopping the tide, the way all the pieces could be set was fixed, and they both knew the rules. He felt her wonder if he really saw her; if he really saw beyond the oddities she found in herself. Words weren't enough to express to her that there were none in her he could find, which relaxed and eased his soul into remaining present.
In her eyes, he saw his own beauty mirrored perfectly right back at him, sparkling with twn thousand memories from a great lived experience. He accepted that her true passions were her own to reflect as she pleased, and she felt him enjoying her sanctuary.
The feelings swirled as his tongue worked to remember the letters within the words which expressed themselves, articulate and crisp. You are brave. You are breathtakingly beautiful to me. Your world is a beautiful arena, where the great are welcomed to reach their optimum levels, and where the curious are rewarded.
"Answer the question, honey," she coaxed, realising as he spoke that he tended to go into himself. He relaxed a little, learning fast what she meant by staying present. There was no pressure, after all, to be anything beyond what they were, which was enough.
"I have," he said. "There are no answers. It is what it is," said he, which was his way to be. He saw her accept him, and she felt his heart open a lot more as it burst. Within it she found a lot which lay buried for too long, trapped by his own mind over years of becoming as he was.
He refused to mask how she made him feel from her. It all came out of his mouth, however the perfect combination of letters eluded him.
When she closed her eyes, he mouthed a prayer of gratitude - an eternally devotional praise, giving thanks that she had found him at last.
*******************************************************
It was dark still outside when he stirred with a gasp. He drew a long breath, and exhaled deeply, sighing in relief as he realised where she was: beside him, nestled. Her knees bent, and he found himself pulled into an embrace by their warmth as they gently found his chest. His eyes were closed. He enjoyed feeling loved. Love, he knew, expressed itself as it chose to. Love is a hello, followed by a gesture of sharing in time, followed by the exhilirating invitation to simply be who you are and to remain true to that being, and to share the experience openly.
In the morning when she woke, he felt her depart from his side. It wasn't cruel, it was the way it had to be for the world not to shutter, crash and end. There were duties to fulfil, hours to experience and a whole new day was coming alive outside. She wished he could communicate that he was enjoying himself around her. He was. She looked into his face, and she couldn't help but feel a slight panic. He felt like a secure place; a space wherein she could drop all her guards and defenses, a nest to sleep in peacefully. She was. His guard was down, and his defenses lay abandoned at the door where he had chosen to leave them as he entered into her universe.
********
Soon, the sun had risen and it was time to go. A part of him wished to stay and wait, and a part of her wished to stay and continue falling - however they both respected the world and its natural sense of order. Being with her was a feeling, and its beauty intoxicated his entire system. He believed that the world would work to bring him back to this place.
"I hope I didn't force you into anything, or bore you," she said as she came out of her bathroom wrapped in a gown. He stared, the words so far and removed from what he was experiencing that they sounded foreign to him.
He wished to embrace her assuringly, and remind her that some of the beauty in sharing space and time with another existed in the silent moments, the bursts of dance and explosions of singing and the wonders of expressing sincerely in the moment. She had taught him this. He remembered how stiff he was, and wondered if she had't perhaps mistaken this about him for absence in the moment.
"Schweet One, I never get bored, and I am hard to force into anything. Everything that I perceive in you is beautiful, yet that is not simply based on how you look but also what you say and how you say it, and you make it all worth while - so, to answer the question, no, you were a solutely incredible to me and your company is a relief. If all I had was this night, it would be enough for me. You allowed me to be submissive - and I hope it wasn't boring."
She laughed. He had done it at last! He had communicated how he was feeling in the present, from another present - sure - yet she could not help but feel herself being right there in it with him.
"You know that feeling where you know you have to go to work, but you would rather be doing something else?" She asked as she prepared to leave.
"Last night, I spent the evening with a person who has never woked a day in her life, because every act of service to her is a pleasure."
She smiled, remembering herself. He giggled, feeling that he wished to stay in her company for the day too. He also saw that even though a part of her wished to stay, the world beyond the threshold to her universe awaited, and that was her true bliss. He wanted to ask to walk her to literary heaven where she spent her days, however she insisted that he relax, have a soak and begin another new day remaining true to himself as he was. In her he felt he had found the perfect peace, a perfect combination of letters which made turned nothing into many remarkable somethings that made sense to want to wish to keep.
She left for the day, and soon too was he gone back to whence he had come. The world would seenits way done, as she would, and as surely as would he.
The roadtrip had begun, and the destination would present itself when it so desired. In that moment, being where she was felt to be the most incredible experience he could imagine. She was in him, and around, and he was safe inbetween the gentle winds of her tenderness.
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