"Like Water", She Said...

"...imagine a love so..."

she would step outside her lake house with her favorite cup in hand to pour him out into the water... whispering something sweet into her cupped hand every time she did. "till next time my love"... she would whisper with her eyes tenderly shut. misty-eyed in a cloud of sadness... but with a sense of purpose at heart every time. knowing... it's where he needed to be to continue being the soul she fell in love with. after the last drop fell from her beautiful hand, in an instant, she would dive in to transform into water herself as she was in fact... the same. she never knew it until she met him... & although the time they spent together was better served as transients... their love would only grow stronger as time passed on, whether they swam alone or in another's cup. always reforming at a lake house when the want called to them. to talk, to walk & to bed... to live, to hold & to love.

oh how he loved that he could be everything he needed to be with her. with or without the ownership most found safety in, he was certain of her love & desire for him & for her it was the same. it was always clear from both their ends. always speaking plain of their love & desire for each other without fear or the gamesmanship that plagued the day. they could be who they were & it was that openness that kept everything fresh & living. loving like poets... unafraid to feel the pain of longing or the risk of hurting over loss. trusting their hearts & what they meant to each other. it was just... "easy" & in their love, what was deemed temporal found a home in the eternal.

"like water" she said. here one day, one week or even one month... gone the next, but always sweetly tethered & ready to refit into any configuration through the force of love alone. meeting every time like it was the first time. like old friends needing to catch up in every way imaginable... picking up exactly where they left off like no time had passed at all. it was magic & the "meant to be" you just couldn't reason away. where the morrow held no sway & the moment had its way... it was love. and so it went...

"but alas... this is just a story... or is it?"

~moses apollo