she felt like home most days and sometimes he hated it because in his mind, he had justified wanting to be completely free. for the first time in a very long time, he had actually considered a "part three" that involved two people living together, going to bed together... and waking up to "Good Morning"... with a "good morning". blessed images stowed in memory of vision permeate his soul. hazy flashes of light that crept through a kitchen window as a soft breeze pushed back it's white embroidered curtain. flashes of them laughing together at something too silly for anyone else to comprehend. to then watch them holding hands with eyes closed like two souls in tune with everything around them... standing by a river so still, it could've been mistaken as being frozen in time. yet the most wondrous one for him was watching her up close... reading one of his pieces with amazement, realizing it was about her, as a singular tear made it's way down her pretty face. her fingertips wiping that tear slowly past her lips... to suddenly stop. as though for just that moment, she could taste his lips on her own...
a world, a life, a love, a passion. not easily erased or dismissed by time, code or choice of road. "placed and misplaced" numerous times over the course of years gone by with nothing to show for it but that which matters most: a love housed for eternity that uses the phrase "no matter what" in the most beautiful of ways. yeah... he owns that as one of the most important reference points he has towards the reality of true love. the kind that exists outside of time and circumstance. beyond the "order of things" and outside any and all labels men have created for safety's sake. he has come "to believe"... without fear. without need of ownership or control. without requirements that stifle or suffocate all natural born potential to experience life and all its' purposed pain and glory. with only the wanting and longing to be close enough to share breath. THAT... is love...
~moses apollo
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