Wonderfully Synonymous...

"What does it mean to whisper across space & time? It means to be able to love you unbound & untethered. To love you without form or convention. To love... like water is loved by whatever has the ability to hold it.."

To fall in love sighted... unseen. It is to see and taste your essence without the skin on skin. A reach out from within... into all you truly are. To see and hold the beauty that has been hidden from the world by either pain or purpose. Where the edges are not as rough and the frustration distance has created is tempered by the moments' satiation. Where imperfections work flawlessly into your design with no need for insecurity, fear or doubt. Where "naked" is confident by the flickering of the candle set before our dance. Where the "when" becomes a "close enough for now" that inspires you to want more than just a taste. In this space... who we really are shines on without even trying. We are beautiful... When entertained with a sober mind that is mindful and free from delusion, the heart and mind synergistically work together to create sound expectation. Expectations of passion that revolve around current realities breaking the molds of convention until they feasibly fit into a place of freedom and abandon... into a broad range wherein reckless love can flourish into something you've never had before. All building into an inevitability you just can't shake... nor do you want to...

And when you see her face to face? And you come to realize that the movement of her lips and the beating of her heart isn't all that different than what you saw unseen? You understand something... that there is no doubt about the grace you've been granted. You know then that when you touch... you'll be touching from a reference point that originated from a place of magic. When you kiss, you'll be kissing from a place of hunger and when skin finally touches skin... you'll be doing so with an electricity quickened by passion's acclaim. And because you've been conditioned to believe you might not see each other for quite some time, you will savor every second as every second will matter. It will be both tragic... and beautiful and you will once again experience... "young love". The kind that whispers articulate with a simple sigh that is easily inspired by something thought... or something written. The kind that turns "I want" and "I need" into two phrases that somehow become wonderfully synonymous. 

Can you feel that? 

That tickle in the belly is kinda cool huh? Can you "see" me now? ;-)      

~moses apollo