for Cait

There is this silly game called Love. I’m not sure who invented it, or exactly when, but I’m pretty sure that Goddess, G-d, are still laughing about it. Still laughing about the ways that we play it, the ways that it takes root in our consciousness and EXPLODES. We are here to love. We are here to love. And so I am here to love. And I love you. I’ve loved you for a while now; not a stagnant love, but an ever-evolving love—a love that grows greater by the day—yes, that’s what you call forth inside of me. I told you yesterday that I was putting my name on your list of suitors again, this time in bold.

You laughed, a full-belly laugh, a sexy whole-being laugh, and your eyes sparkled with the extra attention. And you didn’t say anything, not right away. I watched you in awe, from love, in love, with love, and your micro-movements stirred my insides.

A few hours later you turned to me, tracing hearts over the lines that are my cheekbones. (The ones that mirror your Czech beauty.) Drawing a love-letter across my skin. Making me smile. Making me moan. Making me move closer to your touch, craving your scent, craving the things you do to me. As for suitors… You already have my Heart silly! Let us Love more! you said.

Before I could respond, you pulled me into your warmth, cuddling me close just inside the door of your heart. We might get lost, occasionally, in the logistics of pursuer and pursued, captor and captivated, but the truth is that we’ve transcended that stage. WE ARE IN THE BLISSFUL-LOVING-OF-OURSELVES-EACH-OTHER-AND-OURSELVES-AS-OTHER STAGE. We are growing together. Unfurling our wings, eyes shining right back at the stars.

A declaration to turn up the volume, to push the envelope, to crank the intensity higher and higher, expanding our capacity to feel and our capacity to be felt. We are lovers who are forever practicing the lost art. Dedicated to the journey, the growth, the ever-unfolding nature of it.

We are patient, and we are impatient. We have sex with each other’s minds, spirits, bodies, hearts, hearts, hearts. We are under each other’s skin; we are inside, glowing translucent, glittery, pulsing with mischievous smiles.

I love you. I love scrawling my name on the list of those who have your attention. Love writing you love-notes in the middle of the darkened night. Love sharing this secret language called love, and inventing new ways to play the game our way.

I love you across the miles, and you are closer to me than most others; you are inside of me deeper. Going deeper still. You know my insides. My insides are a map to you, and in me, you see yourself. When I turn my head just-so, you become a mirror, the glorious Goddess Herself. Ecstasy embodied. The most beautiful mindfuck. The idea that when you take me, you take my whole being. Your kisses fall upon me, delicate like raindrops, a few harsh bites hailstones in the mix.

You are my femme. My dandy. My activist. My best friend. My amazon warrior priestess. My spectacular siren. My performer. My artiste. My supermodel alien. My g.d. sexy lover. My love. My Sister. My sacred one. You are my twin soul. Matching the beat of my heart, the boiling of my blood. You are tuned to my frequency, and I to yours.

I am your perpetual suitor. Your love. Your lover. Your best friend. Your femme. Your activist. Your poetry on the rocks. Your amazon warrior priestess. Your siren. Your coquette. I am your twin soul. Matching the beat of your heart, the boiling of your blood. I am tuned to your frequency, and you to mine.

Together we traverse the universe. We become Virginia. We knock down walls of difference, and hold hands, skipping into the future, and it is a politic of desire surpassing the old system. We breathe peace together. Feel change ripple through our bloodstream. We practice the art of letting go. And that of practicing Pleasure. We reach for Bliss, and then we reach higher wider fuller more. We fulfill our dreams even as they shift—because they do shift—and that makes us free. Leaves us free to Love.

(And, thankfully, we have our Hearts for that.)

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