A week together - we are discovering now the perfection waited for. I made love to her today for the first time journal, her and I, flowing into each other, the river to the ocean, the freshwater to the salt sea. It was just how I imagined it, it was always meant to be. It was a clear afternoon, the sound of automobiles coming through the windows, the smell of skin on skin, the tastes, the tastes. Beautiful, it was as if I lifted her up through clouds, and she, in turn, raised me up, twirling my hair, staring through me, inside me, seeing me for all the hidden glory that awaits. Her body was a labyrinth of possibility, and I seized chance. I began my journey to find that holy of holies, where the priests go, where the veil is slowly torn from top to bottom and the world, with wide and afraid eyes, finds it’s awaited feast. Our bodies were not bodies - but conduits for our hearts to become one heart. She grabbed me, kissing my mouth and leading me into the bridal chambers, her my lover, to the place where my lover sleeps. We laughed, we spun around, knocking over chairs - and stumbling over each other we came to that clear paradise found only in the four letters called hope. I cannot believe it still journal, I am spinning and thought ceases, we see each other again tomorrow.
No more to say. She has always been the Other, the missing piece to an edict born in fire.///
