Hey you. My best friend, there you are. Walking towards me in that way I don't quite understand, beneath all that thick hairy chest and strong sternum, those rocking shoulders shaking the last leaves of autumn off the cold chiselled trees, is an aura of love and passion.
My love grew for you expeditiously, in a way that must remain in my eyes and in my hands, away from my groin and my heart. Your thunder made me kiss you back, I loved every moment of it. The love for you I didn't give before, I wanted so badly to give to you. I wanted you to unravel me, liberate me as you'd put it. I wanted you to make me moan, in a way that wasn't forced but came from a place that had no where else to go but pour out of me and thank you. I wanted to kiss your body all over, and lick you up and down, I wanted to tease you in a way that you couldn't resist. To push you away and have you pull me back closer. I wanted to dance with you those passions and electricity, those energies that once went stale but were then in the flesh, in the air, in our breath.
Beyond that horizon of bubbly flame was our intuition that seemed to never leave. Our conversations were relapsing into rational time, but we understood before the words even came out. There was a bursting in our chest that rose to our throats to spill out, but when we did we found it useless. There was nothing that we really had to say that we didn't already feel each other feel. As if the previous nights we had spoken and conversed, and lived the words we hadn't yet said.
You're my best friend; some how my love for you deepened and my loyalty has grown stronger. You are healing my wounds and I truly hope that I am healing yours.
It all happened for a reason, we've grown more than we might have if it never happened. We're right to let the past go; bigger and better things will come from it. But god... dear god. You have showed me a life that has enabled me to live. Find your happiness, be your happiness. You deserve it, you deserve to drink that happiness by the drip, instantaneously invigorating you.
My best friend; I respect your every move, your every breath, your every thought, your every fuck up, your every success. I love you and your core. To be your friend would be my love. To experience your presence in the flesh would be a miracle. To sit with you under a tree and talk without talking, to hear our hearts accept each other, to fully respect each others choices and destiny in this embodiment.
I wish you the most fulfilling journey. Forever my roots will love you.
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