We hover in a kind of passionate abyss, dance to a song without form. Ours is the realm without borders, the house without walls, the private place where we meet, just the two of us, all alone.
We live here, nowhere and at the same time everywhere. Claim nothing. Do not yield to the structure of names. You and me are not even you and me; for now we are in the melted space, not even a space. It’s a special place.
You and me and love. We are the paradox of two and one and three – the trinity that adds up to nothing and yet everything. We are in love.
Filled by the fullness that contains all things. We have love. Gone is the emptiness that contains nothing. Our eyes behold of the flooding light. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and I behold you and you are beautiful.
Love is beautiful. I see you. I wonder now – indeed I have already forgotten – how it was when I lived without you. Those days seem like they have faded away into the distant past. All I can think about is our bright future.
I can’t wait. Will I see you again? Is it time yet? Are you ready yet?
No worries. Keep doing what you are doing. Keep coming to me in this beautiful place as we fall into a misty joy, as we drink our love potion together.
Are you going to enjoy this beautiful and glorious day with me? Please do. As we make love in our place.
Mark Fleshman 