This is something that could be sensual – to undress in a room is very intimate
the heart can be guarded so by the rain undressing it – it could be a metaphor for peeling back layers of the heart.
I picture the before sequence in an act of love-making
maybe with foggy, dim lighting
very cinematic
the connection between two people,
between their bodies
one slowly climbing forward onto another
an intensity in their eyes –
eyes locked with each other
purpose and intention
in each movement
damp skin
brown skin
olive skin
smooth and strong
and gentle and firm
skin
the eyes
trust
kindness
fire
some lust, but not too much that it becomes aggressive
fingertips that dance across bodyparts
all senses are heightened –
no…
touch is heightened
seeing out and through the eyes takes a back seat
Darkness –
a knowledge of each others bodies
hands reaching out to feel, to caress, to care – for,
to pull closer
bodies pressed together
sweat kissing chest and breast
cold, goosebumps
hairs on end
warmth, hearts beating
love for each other
love for this moment
to see and be seen
my partner
my love
connected across multiple lifetimes
his eyes – he loves me – the guard is down when he laughs at something I do
something I do without even knowing that it is something worth noticing –
something to be remembered
he mocks me
mimics me
repeats what I did or said in his best impression
I look confused and cute – ha! because I love when he looks at me like that.
You know that feeling of looking into someone’s eyes and it’s like you can picture them right in this moment as you would have seen them at age three or five or six.
That childlike twinkle,
softness, innocence.
All shields come down in those flickers of moments.
The smile, the dimples,
the eyes, the forehead, the eyebrows,
the cheeks.
My honey talks into my neck sometimes and it gets muffled by my hair
but he just keeps going –
because the seriousness is funny when all I hear is “muffle muffle mumble blah”
and feel his jaw moving on my shoulder.
I am the Amazonian woman to his sturdy groundedness.
Heels, height, posture, shapes of bodies,
curving and fitting into each other
walking side-by-side
arms around each other
laughing and moving
like in a three-legged race.
My honey is my jokester – well a jokester…
he used to ask if my giggle-box was fixed…
he makes light of many situations…
those who think this is just “silly” really don’t understand the depth, wisdom, and acute perception that it takes to be this way
to exist as this breath of fresh air.
I used to be much more like this before my dad passed away in 2013. Then it was like adulthood hit me like a semi-truck or freight train… taxes, papers, administrative duties, at work, in life.
My humour and lightness though was as much, if not more, of a coping mechanism and performance – rather than an authentic expression of who I am, or was….
et cetera et cetera
blah blah
becoming ones true self sure can be isolating…
A dear friend is pulling away from me – as an HSP, I can feel it.
It seems she’d rather be an objective bystander or distant observer than a main character at this time.
where rivers are born 