Why does my heart feel so? Think with your head and not your heart J. Who said that? Mom? Follow your heart J, therein lay the dreams you casts upon the waters. Or was that before swine? What was that? Pearls shmirls. Silly, rabbit.
Who was it that thought they knew my heart? Who among you took a tentative step into the fire and found out it really does burn? Like the blood of a dragon's veins, it burns liquid gold in your heart. Into your soul? The core of your being? From one level to the next, deeper and further in, only to find yet another and another. Levels and rooms, grand and small. Stretching into infinity like the image in a mirror facing a mirror. Stair cases leading to where? What did you find? You do not know. Well, neither do I.
How many do you think have been inside here? How many myriad of living spirits have been allowed to enter? A million? One? One. In this lifetime, only you have come inside all the way. Like the taking of one's virginity, only you have penetrated to the core. Your words hang like stale smoke in a dark room with bad lighting, heavy and rancid, untouchable, not forgotten. Your eyes imploring me like a Siren and I your Ulysses unable to fight the burning need. Soul's mating, entwined, souls, soul, mate.
Free of this body, free of this mind, spirit to spirit I touch you. To the core. With that bond that has always transcended time and space. Here in this place, there is no gender fuck my love. Here we touch unfettered. Love unbridled. Dance like a twin tornadoes. Heal the wounds of wars fought eons ago.
My equal. My twin. My soul's cry for union. And still I wait, longing, lonely, alone, so very, very alone.
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