I was standing, you were there

SOC Writing _ 23.3.21

I was standing, you were there

The lock turned in the door and who should walk through but you. You dressed in finery, me in rags. You look at me as if to say - its ok – I know – know you - Don‘t be afraid. Fear is at the core of so much human connection – fear of loss - fear of invasion – fear of rejection. I walk back through your door wondering, wondering where I am being led - what I will experience - and I want to experience the other without all the noise of fear – all the stories of protection – because I want to want to experience. And I want the new. The new you that has walked into my life – may open doors – and yet I want to ‘be careful’ – ‘be wise’ - be awake to what my body is telling me – my clear yes and no. So - drop your social media addiction – it is an addiction – and come home to you today. Dance more. Feel more of your own pleasure – so you can say a full bodied yes to is arriving in force upon you – not waiting for your phone to tell you what’s alive and whats not. Fuck that shit. In the after noon we shall walk and talk and I shall be clear and transparent and ask you everything I want – shall tell you my yes’s and no’s and we shall go our separate ways without a care in the world – meanwhile the things are heating up with you – longing for intimacy, the longing for skin and bone to entangle – the quantum worlds we inhabit have been gifted us a portal of supreme importance - to really be seen fully in ones body and must – the skin of the deer antlers have lost their velvet in the fighting for you – the right to reside with the hinds has caused me many wounds but worth every bit of blood I have spilt - and now across from me you sit – wondrous -  just as you are panting for me to come and claim my prize quickly now – for the day is dawning and we have many things to accomplish.