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In love, there are simply not enough ways to enjoy each other. This is one way we play.

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I'm a bajillion things rolled up into the glorious starburst you see before you. I am awash with love and questions and answers. I am me.

Tuesday, January 25, 2005

The Bliss Of With

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You have come to me out of antiquities
We have loved one another for generations
We have loved one another for centuries

You teach me to trust the voice of my voices
You teach me to believe my own believings
You touch the palpability of my possibilities

Together we reflect what our mirrors conceal
Together we upgrade the sun in our meridians
We remain open night and day to transcendence

You are incompletely disguised as a mortal
You are the eternal stranger I have always known
I saw your wings this morning
I saw your wings this morning


by James Broughton

Wednesday, January 05, 2005

Last night I was telling my friend Michelle about how we met. About how I tried to resist you. About how I wouldn't let you have my number and I refused to call you or do anything past e-mail.
Do you remember the first IM conversation we had? How ridiculous it was? How we were both giddy and goofy and freaked out?
Oh- I just went and checked and our IM archive is gone. I am very sad.

(pause)

Anyway, it's funny to me to think back to those early days and how you were a complete stranger. How did I not know you were my best friend? How did I not recognize that immediately? (giggles) I don't know.

But now I do, and now I see our love growing deeper and stronger with each day and each new set of circumstances that confronts us.
Sometimes I just marvel at us. A few minutes ago I was getting the laundry put away and had to chuckle at how I hang your shirts- button the top two buttons, then alternate down the shirt. Then I scoot all the hangers to the symmetrical distances you like them.
(shaking head)
A couple of crazies, we are. How did we ever date anyone else? How could other people even have put up with us? How could they possibly understand?
It's really awesome to know that even in my most neurotic of moments you can understand and appreciate what I'm experiencing. And when I come out of the bedroom wearing a pleated pink mini skirt and argyle tights you just laugh and tell me I need a pink spiked collar to go with it.
How many times I have done things and my significant other responded with, "uhhhh, ooooooooookaaaaayyyyyy?" The funny thing is, I'm sure the same thing has happened to you and you get it.