… solipsubmissive …

i continue to struggle with words, a fight i cannot, of course, win.  Always they come to me, tug at me, entice me with their qualities, sing through my veins no differently than a drug, an addiction, a weakness … and a strength.

i smiled today, a winsome smile, at words i’d kissed goodbye.  They never really leave you, even when you make a gift of them, you know.  They remain attached, a gossamer thread to the soul.  Seeing them, hearing them whispered, even from one’s own lips, sends a ripple through the air, and it tickles.  i can close my eyes and see them, melding with yours, my delicate threads twisting and wrapping around your stronger ones until they become hopelessly, helplessly entangled.

Your words are your fingers, twisted in my hair, mine my arms, holding you close.  You whisper mine … i whisper yours.  Our stories merge in our mingled breath, in your lips on mine, in my eyes, lost, eternal, in the depths of yours.

Thank you … for forever.