an essay about love
...g the molecules of the air because my spirit says "he's here!" my ears strain, listening for his breath... i have never wanted to touch a man's skin before. i looked upon his skin, his hand on mine, and wanted to crawl inside his skin... and be melded in/with/to/by/for him... he is beautiful to behold. my eyes remember every line, every amazing glance. he turns his head, and here is a boy... and when he turns again, there is an angel of such power, my breath leaves me... and he moves yet again, and i am enthralled and enchanted, and quickly turn away, my shyness forbidding me to look on such a one as he... and when he speaks... ahhhh, here is the reason young girls should fall in love... the richness of tone and the lilt of the deep south curling around his tongue; i fear i shall not live through this, for he is altogether the most exquisite creature made... he honors my chastity and my senses are so full, i find my mind and body wanting to be touched by him... and i am stunned by this. it has never happened before. i have never desired. before my love, my brother, my twin, the other of me... came/returned to me... for it has always been the truth from the beginning of eternity, that i am my beloved's and my beloved is mine. i am him. he is me. for this reason, my mind refuses to comprehend, refuses to accept even the sound of words that say "he is afraid of you. he loves you desparately, but is so afraid of loving you." do you know, the first time i saw him, i lost my breath and i knew it would never return. it cleaved itself into him... and i was him. i am still him. my breath still skips inside his skin and plays inside his mouth. the first time i kissed him, my known universe slid away. songs i never heard before echoed over my bones and danced pirouettes in the fibers of my beating pulse. though i have not known him in the most intimate way a man and woman share knowledge, i did sleep in his arms; a glorious...