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I’ve heard you. I’ve heard you through the single wolf howling songs on a moonlit plain as the Earth echoed her intention. I’ve heard you in the chorus, in the song, and in the notes which are beautiful by themselves but become a symphony when united. I’ve heard you in the music, in the voices, and in the spaces between them all.

I’ve seen you. I’ve seen you in the wave-swept sands where the past has all-but surrendered to the sea. I’ve seen you in the little puddles that bore witness to a past storm, and I’ve seen you in the little ripples a discarded leaf makes when it lightly lands upon the surface of a stilled lake. I’ve seen you in the forgotten white lines of once painful scars. I’ve seen you in the swollen places that time has yet to heal, and in the unmarked flesh that gives light to the meaning of it all.

I’ve felt you. I’ve felt you in the silence, and in the noise. I’ve felt you in the darkest part of night, an in the brightest moment before the Sun crests the distant horizon. I’ve felt you in the cooling mist of breaking waves, in the warm tundra of sun-drenched sand, and in the fine line that separates the sea from the places we call home. I’ve felt you in the space where desert becomes oasis, where hard becomes soft, and where the cool breeze brings my sweaty skin to church in worship of the moment.

I’ve known you without ever kissing your lips or feeling the softest parts of your hand hold my own. I’ve known you without ever a word whispered in my ear, or a slight nibble on my shoulder. I’ve known you despite the distance and the time, and I’ve known you beyond the human measure of knowing what I know.

I’ve fought battles beside you without ever knowing your name. I’ve had your back without ever knowing where you were. I’ve caressed your skin, wiped your tears, and held you firm in your darkest hour. I’ve tickled you, brought you to the height of ecstasy, and heard you scream my name without ever laying a finger on the places that, I can only imagine, are begging for my touch.

I’ve been awakened by your movement through the empty space that lies beside me. I’ve been known to smile at nothing but the thought of you, and be brought to tears by the mere mention of your name. I stir in the deepest parts of peace just knowing you exist, and I’ve been raised off my knees to bear witness to the power of the song that’s brought me here, to the light that has shown me the way.

I’ve grown tall throughout these many years so that you may find firmness when you lay your head upon me. I’ve grown broad to shield you from the light that burns your brow. I’ve given life to fruit that nourishes your hunger, and I point the way to waters that will satisfy your deepest thirst. I’ve bent my knee to give you honor, and I’ve risen to give you love. I’ve suffered, so that I may live again.

In the truest testament of Love, I offer you my sword to place divinely within your scabbard. I surrender my shield that I may test the pains of death before I doubt you by my side. I’ve discarded my armor, knowing I have no need for faith beyond the sight of you. Whatever battles there are to come, I have all I need in the space I share with you.

 I’m here, there, everywhere…

No need to look or call.

For in this moment’s misery…

You find the beauty of it all.

I’ve heard you cry, I’ve heard you sing

Out beyond the mountains true.

But when you fly where I can’t see

It’s where I find myself in you.

For near the end we come to find,

As this body slowly bends,

That in letting go of all control

It’s  true love that never ends.

 Out there, a wolf utters her prayer to the sullen winter’s night. Out there, waves break and crest upon a summer’s scorching sands. Out there, a lonely leaf flutters down to break the stillness of a peaceful pond. Out there…well, the song is only music, the light is only stars, and the Sunrise is only a new day beginning.

Yet in here, in this space we share as two kindred souls writing the same song, the music found in rhythm, the settling of jostled sands, the ripples found in happenstance, all a testament of prayers that were never spoken. Thus lays the universal language of lovers. Therein radiates the power of silence, the strength of true compassion and the magnificence of single touch upon awakened skin. Therein is born the desire of conscious men and conscious women who know the value of their ecstatic combat. Therein lays the true meaning of relationship, of truth, and of holy love.

So, walk with me my queen. Lay with me upon the silken sands of my ocean home. Climb with me the highest peaks that we can find and make love to me upon their summit. Hold me firm when I begin to stumble so that I may pick you up and carry you when you grow too weak to walk. Guide me to your waiting breast and let me show you how an awakened man loves his awakened woman.

Fear not the changes that are to come. Jump excitedly from your empty nest into the plentiful unknown. Sacrifice the chains you’ve used for comfort to the uncomfortable freedom you so desperately wish to know. Fly high as Angels will, and do not stay put on this rocky soil to placate the birds who fear to fly. Instead, show them the way so that those who choose may kiss a summer’s sky. Sing your songs of merriment so that others may move to such a rhythm. Dance your joy until others know the movement. Howl at your loving moon until others see it, too.

In the end, I will hear you. I will see you, and I will feel you. Mostly, I will have known you, a true blessing in a life full of them. In the end, I will lay a flower upon your altar, burn a candle to light your image, and utter a silent prayer to the power of connection that goes beyond us mortal men. May each day be such an end, and such a beginning, and may this prayer find itself in the hallowed halls of eternity.

I am both overjoyed and deeply grateful to announce a new service I am providing.

Recently, I was asked to write “personal” stories for some folks who follow my work, which I was more than happy to do. Of course I was unsure of what would be produced, but was very happy when the finished product was born, and was more than overjoyed at the reactions I received.

Here are a couple of reactions (offered by permission):

“Mr. Grasso,

I can’t thank you enough for taking the time to not only write this piece for us but for really listening and providing us with a beautiful, sensual, erotic and very accurate description of our relationship and the love we share. You have captured the essence of “us” and this is something we will both cherish. On a daily basis, your writings touch us both to the core of who we are but this piece is different. It is personal. We couldn’t be happier with this. Thank you just doesn’t seem like enough.

From our hearts to yours,

K.”

“Words that separate an enlightened man from an intelligent boy. In the deepest part of heart Tom has managed to thread the last strand of silk in the web of the life of human relationships. The essence of a woman borne to life living through everything that is visceral and culpable.  The letters on the page forming dew drops on the brink of falling, they glisten, and with each word manages to have you gasping for a taste. Words that seem to fall from the halls of Zeus and Aphrodite raining on a civilization that has forgotten what it means to truly be alive. A reminder of what it means to have flesh warmed with the beating heart. A very talented writer whose words wind themselves around your limbs like spider silk, and when you are so enthralled you cannot move, they pierce your skin, enter your blood, numb your thoughts. Inside you they work their magic. Thank you Tom for your words which not only form prose but poetry for the hearts of the generations to follow.” ~Nicolette Lora Goodwin

So, whether you want a story written for a loved one as a gift, or a story for yourself, I would be more than happy to write one that is written only for you. This piece will not be shared (unless you ask for it to be), and will be written solely for whatever purpose you want. All I ask is that the copyright remain, and that any rendition you do of this work references the author (me). You are free to take the piece and to with it whatever you want under those understandings.

Please feel free to contact me via Facebook Messenger or email (Gyandeva.Writes@gmail.com) to get the ball rolling. I accept PayPal or credit cards for this service.

I also accept donations via PayPal on my blog at www.tomgrassowriter.com.

Thank you so much for following me, and for giving life to my dream of putting little pieces of me out into the Universe.

Much love,

Gyandeva

When I closed my eyes I could feel her bare breasts pressing firmly on my chest as my fingers worked magic through her hair, our tongues wrestling in the glow of a moon in full worship of our love. I felt the full grasp of her womanhood as she took hold of me, and I knew deep down that this embrace would be difficult to end.

Coming soon to Elephant Journal! It will be shared on my Facebook page when it is published.

I can feel you. I can hear you. Yes, baby, I am here.

I can feel the ground tremble beneath your feet, and watch the sand shift where you stand. I can hear the music the grains of sand make as they embrace during their journey back to the sea, and I can hear the fear rumble out of you as your mind embraces what is no longer there. I can sense the little pieces of you that sacrifice upon the altar of memories, and sense the chains that rattle around your mind; chains that keep you there, fully away from here.

I shout in your direction.

I am here! Beyond words, beyond promises, I am here!

The winds swirling within your mind have deafened you. You can only hear the words of then being thrown like daggers at your heart. You can only hear the promises of yesterday shattering before your eyes and landing at your feet. You are lost in the storm, unaware of the blue skies around you, forgetting the warm sand at your feet.

My eyes see your blinding beauty, but it is my soul that hears the truth. My eyes speak to the hardest parts of me, but it is my soul that drives me toward you. I do not fear the downpours in your mind, or the thunder in your heart. Storms do not threaten the loving soul within me. I’ve seen the land beyond the words and promises that create them and know the truth.

Each cell within me begs me onward, each throb demands my full attention, each truth requires a certain demand. In this moment there is reality.

In that past there is a certain misery. In the future there is a promise surely to be broken. You cannot love yourself in the future. You cannot heal yourself in the past. There is only here, and now, and beyond the words and promises of the healer and the soothsayer lives a reminder that the only truth is where your feet now stand, and where your soul has rooted despite where your mind has grown.  I beg you, be flexible in the storm’s great winds and survive; be hardened and they will see you splintered and broken.

No more words beyond this moment’s truth need be uttered, no more promises beyond where your love now stands need be shared. Make love here, and now, not there, and then. Grasp each moment now in a way that forces your release of the moment past, and cherish each kiss that makes you forget the last one taken. See each moment as a sunrise you are seeing for the very first time, and know power of a man in a way never before seen, never before experienced.

For beyond words, beyond promises I stand, waiting for the moment when you can hear me speak without words and walk next to me without vows. There, you will be my drink, my breath, my lover, and the ground beneath our feet will be as stable as the wind beneath our wings. There, we will find heaven.