Looking Through Stained Glass

To You...

There are several men in my life yet... I desire only you.

What is it about you that suspends time and makes the universe stand still?

We speak on the inanes of comic book characters, television sitcoms and movie trivia with as much passion as we discuss the arcane of politics, prejudice and justice and of freeing one's mind. That the Biblical Book of Numbers holds as much sway in our conversations as the Astrological Book of Numbers.

I lay in bed and it is your voice I hear in my dreams, your touch I feel in my fantasies.

I often wonder...is it the charisma in your voice?

Or perhaps, the soul that I see when I gaze into your eyes.
That transports me another time when temples honored Ra and Nut, as the pyramids testified to the rules of Ramses and Hatshepsut.

Maybe it is the gentleness of your kiss upon my cheek when we part...

Could it be the truth behind your words?
Perhaps it is the way in which you carry yourself with Dignity, with Pride, with Grace.
Or is it the fierce protector /valiant warrior that I see?

Maybe it is the honest way in which you treat people or the compassion within your heart, even as you chew someone out for nth time for the nth stupidity

How am I so privileged to be let past the cool exterior to the warmth that you possess?

How am I so doomed to belated realize that the warmth is your flame and I am definitely your moth?

I am instinctively drawn to you...
You are: my Sower, my Reaper; my Hercules and my Achilles.

Shit! I'm in love with you...

 

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