I can feel your eyes though I can’t see you. Your energy radiates so powerfully, I dont need you right next to me to feel it. Our connection has history, a timeline of adventures we won’t soon forget. That is what this is all about? Two people moving through life, intersecting in those convenient moments?
There is no real estate left in my brain for wishfulness and longing. I have you burned there, a catalog of us, ready to peruse at my leisure. The satisfaction normalized.
In one lifetime we will make many acquaintances, several friends, and then, if we are lucky, connections we can count on less than half a hand. Yes, life does this to us on purpose. We recognize this signal of preciousness, while sometimes unexpected, we feed off it, then store it away for another time. I’m never greedy with those “another times.”
Somebody’s watching me undress. Somebody’s watching me touch myself. Somebody’s watching me celebrate. Somebody’s watching me cry. Somebody’s watching me.
That is what a King does. Tu es mon roi toujours.
What I am listening to: The Waterboys “The Whole of the Moon”