almost certainly... not yet dead.

I don’t need her And she doesn’t need me.

She is wild in her own right and I in mine.

The divine masculine and feminine dancing to the beat of their own drum, but together.

Above our mud bodies our souls mingle, embracing as they have long ago and will again.

There is no attachment, only gratitude.

For how rare is it, to find each other among the vast universe?

Enjoying the moment and hoping only, that it will happen again in the next life.

Evacuates the room of all those hopes and dreams you’ve been saving for a rainy day.

They lay strewn about on the floor…telling a story that was so robust and ripe with a good you thought would never cross your fingertips again. Cause honestly maybe it’s truly the first time, and now as you sit amongst the squalor, you wonder if it will be your last.

I never wrote about him.

Its easier to write about passing fancies cause they have an end near in sight.

I met him when I didnt need to.

And it just came so easy.

It all just fell into place.

The usual few months of sitting on edge progressed…knowing he felt the same but neither of us wanting to disturb the magical effortlessness of this bond we stumbled upon.

We have irreconcilable differences neither of us want to address…because somehow we have found something so simply blissful.

Most days I can push it to the side and just look into his eyes and get lost in the love that I feel there.

I have never felt so seen, so cared for, so taken care of as I do with him. We make…such a good team. And I have longed for this kind of love for so long.

And as soon as I find it, I find that my conscious is pulling me elsewhere.

Knowing what you aught to do and actually doing it…

Well.

That is the sword I will fall on.

Eventually.

Probably soon.

God I love him so.