You are the one that devoured me with your spirit. Within days, maybe minutes - I thirsted to be swallowed. Whole. The way you wrote...it was like right to me. I never read so much as felt the words...wooing me (un)intentionally. Never could avoid the riotously covetous feelings you incited. But tried I did. At night I prayed, because the longing felt sinfully good. Wrung my hands and worried about sanity, because it was too early for me to be so in it.
I was though. And it was crazy like...I knew I was mad to love you so intensely. It's still crazy like...the more you give me, the greedier I become; hunger for the intensity and difference of the rush. I never fall out of; just get deeper in. Down the rabbit-hole of devotion. Higher. Not even Alice knew of this.
What a story we are. The scenes so far...amaze me. Make me smile, laugh...shake my head in bewilderment sometimes. It's always been so easy to love you that I wonder at the complications, but respect the necessity of it all. We reflect you know; so I intuit that we needed time to grow. To let go and show fear the way out. Even the steps we've taken separately were in sync; journeys that demanded introspection and destruction of hang-ups.
I'm tired of running away from home. So I must speak plainly and tell you.
That it was a test of feats; dismantling fears and ghost-busting, but it was worth it. Worth it to be able to say finally, unapologetically, that hell yes I want you. How could I not? And feel me when I say that I want you...in every way imaginable. Just.use.it.
But I'll take you...anyway I can get you. Shameless. I've never had any pride where you're concerned...
Why hide it?
Posted by Lisa at May 30, 2007 02:08 AM