it was beautiful . . .
we simply put forehead to forehead,
fingertip to fingertip,
touched toe to toe and
we accepted -
we didn’t move,
we didn’t flinch
- and we weren’t afraid
of one another.
(it was strange . . .)
we cared not to harm
one another.
just accepted
us, together, as one
became the object of
reality.
resting . . .
breathing . . .
never flinching;
never afraid.
we even shared
our deepest thoughts
as one
we shared our plots,
our stories and
all our characters,
the . . . protagonist
and the other and . . .
(it was weird . . .)
we weren’t afraid
of each other
even then,
we wished not
to harm each other.
just accepted
us, together, as one
became the new meaning
of fantasy
we shared our
wildest dreams
and laughed
and danced
and, still, firmly pressed
together we were free
(and still not afraid!)
to fall down
and get up
together . . .
we helped
one another.
we’d cry
over our bruises
together.
we accepted
everything
that made us whole
and, that, was all . . .
and, it was beautiful . . .
Feb 20, 2019
Feb 20, 2019 at 5:51 PM UTC
it was beautiful . . .
we simply put forehead to forehead,
fingertip to fingertip,
touched toe to toe and
we accepted -
we didn’t move,
we didn’t flinch
- and we weren’t afraid
of one another.
(it was strange . . .)
we cared not to harm
one another.
just accepted
us, together, as one
became the object of
reality.
resting . . .
breathing . . .
never flinching;
never afraid.
we even shared
our deepest thoughts
as one
we shared our plots,
our stories and
all our characters,
the . . . protagonist
and the other and . . .
(it was weird . . .)
we weren’t afraid
of each other
even then,
we wished not
to harm each other.
just accepted
us, together, as one
became the new meaning
of fantasy
we shared our
wildest dreams
and laughed
and danced
and, still, firmly pressed
together we were free
(and still not afraid!)
to fall down
and get up
together . . .
we helped
one another.
we’d cry
over our bruises
together.
we accepted
everything
that made us whole
and, that, was all . . .
and, it was beautiful . . .
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