What This Is, Is Beautiful.

This is no mistake, no fluke, no common misconception.

What this is, is beautiful, a mixture of experience and desire born from a lifetime of seeking what we have discovered. At the moment when two hearts hewn from a search divine meet somewhere, that which was becomes that which is, and that which is turns into that which can become. True, conscious love draws two, conscious souls toward one another in an outward burst of pure energy and that which could becomes that which is, and that which is becomes that which always was.

The cycle becomes complete. The pieces fit. Fear loses its grip on the heart, and wings are spread to catch the open air. Lovers, you and I, fly forever bound to a truth we’ve felt but remained undiscovered. In the beauty of your eyes, and in mine that beholds them, the discovery has been made, a layer peeled, a veil dropped into the fire. May we stand naked in the orange flicker of our union, hand in hand, lips to lips, and chest to chest. May our hungry hands devour each other, pulling us closer until we’ve squeezed out every ounce of space between us. May there be no gap, even as we dance to different songs in different ways as a celebration of love’s sweet liberation. May our sweat mix in pools beneath us each and every time we honor the gods that brought us together, a truth we can taste in eternity.

Once, you were a distant star flickering in the evening sky. Once, you seemed just a figment of some wild fantasy, and the Sun would rise and you’d be gone. Once, you were admired so quietly from afar, and left be as a testament to what seemed so impossible. Now you are in my heart with no other, as we breathe the same air, think the same thoughts, dream the same dreams. Now you are a light I can feel as close as my own heart, and it is as if I am holding the Sun herself as we circle the sky together. What is left to do besides ride this cloud together?

In the moments where there are fears, let love shine. In the moments when the voice of doubt rises, hear my voice above all others. In the moments when you are unsure, hold my hand and feel the ground become sure under our feet. You are not alone, ever, as the love you give is the love you shall receive. Enjoy your moments of solitude knowing I am not that far away. Enjoy your flight in the sky knowing I am soaring, too. Enjoy our moments when we lay, together, sharing our view of heaven and our hopes for days to come.

There, in that space where the interchangeable artist and muse are united, caress my soul as we gently kiss those tender places we have collected on our journey. Bare me your soul and let me kiss you until the Sun rises or sets, whichever may come last. Take me into you, softly and with purpose, and hold me there until the oceans dry and the sky fades to distant memory. You are so loved, and so loved shall you be.

Know, my love, it is true. In moments we are shaky and unsure, we can be sure of one thing. This is no mistake, no fluke, no misconception. What this is, is beautiful.