Look. No, not at me. at this. At yourself. What do you see? The golden feathers painted on your back? Do you see the grace love gave you in your limbs? Lift yourself up. Come with me as we both fly above. Leaving the black and distorted past behind us. It isn't finished until we decide to stop living it. Live with me. Be with me. Eat me. Be me.

I am filled with this. This passion and love you gave me. I saw you. I was a tiny microbe. Swimming in a vast sea. How did you find me? It took so long to find your soul's mate. I am here now. Hush, hush. hold me. Cradle me in your arms, like you did before when I cried about my fear. Are you drunk with love yet? let me pour you some more, I am overflowing. There will always be more.

It isn't here yet. Soon. So much to do. I throw it away. Little bits of debris, keeping me from my goal. My goal of fate, of lust.. of love. Not much longer now.

Are we there yet? no, just a little bit. I breathe in. I can smell you. What, is that your hand, caressing my side, my stomach, my breast? Touching my chin, my eyelids. So sensual. Always to my hair. It makes me smile. Your fingers running through my hair. Hands like sunlight, reflecting the happiness we feel upon our skin.

Do you feel this, my friend? That each touch is perfect, devine, euphoric? As though there is nothing beyond this? As if, without this, there can be nothing. Have we lived before this?