2/12/19: Intimacy Beckons

8:21 am
Immersed in the slow, back and forth texting communication with my sweetheart.
My heart, my life, my love… is full.
In THIS moment.

Slow… only due to the reality of our respective proximity.
In THIS moment.

A reality that, while outwardly might be seen as a hindrance to intimacy…
Is instead, the exact opposite.
In THIS moment.

It is an intimacy that includes anticipation.
An intimacy that can never be shared with any other.
The intimacy of the lover.
In THIS moment.

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8:35 am
In this moment, I recall, review and recount.
The drawings, the dwellings.
The stories, the songs.
The pottery, the poetry.
All for my love.
In THIS moment.

Time is here.
Time is near.
But time need never steer.
THIS moment.

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8:41 am
It is an intimacy that includes anticipation.
An intimacy that can never be shared with any other.
The intimacy of the lover.
In THIS moment.

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8:42 am
My anticipation heightens… no.
It expands.
To THIS moment.

This is the moment that moves me.
The moment for me alone.

This is the moment the beckons.
Despite all desire.
Regardless the fire.
Breathing into all ire.

The moment passes.
Too close to notice.
It’s burgeoning, becoming…

Bait for the morrow.

9:03 am

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Blessed…

m(___)m

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