Ownership and Love

There are those who would fall in love with you in a heartbeat, and their love is true, but you can never have them. The moment your embrace turns to a grasp, they dart away like a startled fish, yet they delight to be your plaything when you hold them with an open hand.

There are those who feel that, to love what one does not somehow possess is unsafe, but all possession is temporary. There can be the illusion that something is mine, but ultimately one realizes that you were never an owner, but at best, a lease holder. Even the "me" must be surrendered when the term has expired.  Security is never found in an identity, but rather in what lies behind that.

Artist, Alex Grey

Absolute Intimacy

When she invited him in, 
she invited him all... the way... in.  
Not just in the ways 
a woman invites a man inside, 
but even deeper,
deeper still.

He swam through her veins, 
Pulsed in her heart. 
A reassuring rhythm.  
He breathed fire into her chest
radiating something, 
which can't be spoken.

He traveled every inch of her, 
cherishing all of it.  
Polishing each cell 
as it was saturated
with this love.

Then with the tenderest elegance, 
he entered her neural net
He danced across her synapses,
Creating an electrical storm,
fireworks,
a light show.

She died in his arms that night.
Along with him.
Gladly laying it all down
to be his, to be hers.
We haven't seen them since.

Something new was born... 
The current iteration 
of the worship and the glory 
that is woman... and man.

I notice that people can't resist telling me who they think they are. They do this when they tell me who they think I am, or others are.

Through a misty morning, I walk at daybreak
This world stirs, like a sleeping lover
Especially adorable as it awakens
The birds call, piercing the silence
The clouds blush, as the sun kisses them
Everything seems to seek my attention
As if to say, "Look... I am."
And something ancient, yet utterly fresh, begins again. ~Carson Boyd