The setting:
Provided the child’s youth is spent under the nurturing, loving command of a woman of moral strength, intelligence, character, savvy and grit such as that of my mum (proper lady that she is), the boy when grown may away to soar with easeful wings into the hearts of prospective partners, to discover his “one”, his first, last and always. Where individual success is assuredly inevitable, success in the right love partnership fortifies it ten fold.
Sufficiently equipped with the correct sensibilities in active loving, social conduct, consideration, affection, communication, teamwork, and the ethereal poetry of the romantic and magical, he would fare well in that of faerie-tale love or a fighting fray set upon his fortune, in long or short term; to freely enmesh himself without reserve, joining hers unto his own, and to all that he holds dear.
Defining moment:
My core pounded quickly, and more quickly, as her pale visage moved to mine. I paused, about to draw the kisses out of this girl, I knew in a flash that I would be indelibly married to unspeakably cinematic imaginings in the quivering ghostly breath she allowed, that my mind may gamble this play at once, like the mind of God in children, crossing bridges within that perish behind us. At a halt, I stilled myself, listening for seconds more to the ring of harmonic laws of being, vibrating within the heavens. Then we kissed, emboldened and bound by the knowing of it all. As our mouths sought each out, she unfolded and opened like a bloom, and her butterfly was born. Transformation; completion.
Early on, I made a decision (challenges and obstacles notwithstanding), which, eventually, I declared. I had decided there could be no way I’d ever allow to lose her, let her be lost, or fail her grace. I could not. I would not. Beyond the best of my masks for shortcomings, fear, “undeserving” man’s complex… in each parting, lamenting, and being driven by my absences from US, but with only the feeblest attempts to make known to her that which I’d not yet made known… that she was the one for my love… and then I simply told her. And she knew. The Universe, God, Providence, whatever, had been at work in the most magical way, relentlessly.
It hasn’t been too elusive why the Celtic relationship to the ethereal, the mystic, the profound poetry of spiritual love is central to our millennia of seeking and discovering our twin soul. There’s an endless number of soul types formed and flourishing out in eternity, but as to ours, we are the ones branded in that infinity by the fulfillment of that singular purpose of being. She knew that. And that is at least one thing I knew too. Our resonance together spoke that like a constant hum. Like a banging drum. Like a vintage guitar playing a sacred bar where the pentatonic pulse gives a shiver. She knew that of us, innately. And so did I.
This vibration, this language of ours is like excruciatingly exquisite long foreplay, throughout a whole day, as intense as being with, touching, seeking more of the core of us, in all my thoughts she is the song. I am pounding with blood, I know she is there like warm breath. I won’t release it, I live and feed on her, it hurts almost, waiting, sustaining… her sweet hands, her warm center all bring me to her, to home.
Infused with brilliant gold liquid fire blazing, we feel a burn by candle light, red rose lips bite, we as lovers sit face to face, eye to eye, cheek to cheek, flushed, and speak soft staring, seducing, inducing, intoxified, intensified, mesmerized… the marrying mouths, hearts dancing feverishly, frenzied ripping cloth, racing pulse, sounding vibration, rhythm.. our dance of tangled bodies pressing to the deeper beyond them, locked, pressurized, pleasurized, tender, sweat, sweetness, surrender, liquid life flows over in pools of love, perfect unity… fitting… we have always been that way.
There is a woman’s look to a man that beams her highest visions, belief & love that he is hers & will ever be. An enveloping wind on a Broad Highway, thrice the wideness of all before, pushing him full force to his greatness. I’ve sought the grand grace of this gaze and say to all: if you find or have this, do anything you can to be her joy, inspiration, safety, love & all else that will keep you in her glowing regard. That “girl”, that woman who is truth, who is all the self owned bubbling of her essence, has an intoxicating scent, a taste, a touch an electric air, a vibrance, a spell, a waythat comforts and inspires me like no other creature could. She is the reason I would fight these battles, inwardly and outwardly. She is the reason a man like me would even dare to crack his false self open and pull out his hidden better nature and character to offer to her. She is the reason to confront my shame and abandon useless old tools, and build up a life of meaning and value at all, around her and for her, for once she was there, my path would never mean without her as much as with her… not to replace my mission, but to clarify its meaning, as I had not quite ever seen it before.
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