You do not need to be
joined physically.
Body to body, sex to sex
to become as one.
It can happen in the simplest of ways.
This is how I wish it to be
between you and me.
The two of us
sipping tea in front
of a roaring fire,
on a cold winter night.
The full moon glowing through
the windows
the wind howling at the door.
The two of us
feeling safe and secure
just sitting close and talking.
About our lives, our pasts.
The things we’ve done and
the things we’d still like to do.
Maybe to be done together,
maybe not.
Then when the words run out
perhaps we’ll partake of some reading.
You with your Wilde and I
with my Housman.
Perhaps we’ll read verses aloud
to each other.
Perhaps not.
So much can be conveyed in silence.
Then as the fire dwindles down
to just embering coals,
it is then that the true test comes.
Is it possible
to climb together into the same bed
to hold one another in closeness
with hearts overflowing
in deep feelings of love.
Where pieces of mind and parts of bodies
cleave to be joined as one.
But yet knowing that making
that one decision
that giving in to that oldest
of times eternal pleasures,
we could be sacrificing
what makes our being together
so special.
Because it is not in what we do
that makes our bond so exceptional.
It’s in what we don’t do.
It is in the not knowing, the not needing.
Even though I’m dying inside with
the wondering.
Yet our bond is best
left sacred.
To be cherished and held
in the most loving place of all.
Respectfully in our hearts.
Where we’ll always find each other.
One soul mirroring another.
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