Nighttime for me is not for work because that is what day is for. Night is a time for mystery, fantasy, and mystical visions of worlds unseen. At night I want to crawl into the darkness and experience a lover's lips in a way that cannot be done in the light. Darkness is not just an absence of light; it has qualities all its own. I can't see in the dark so I must struggle to touch and find the heart of a lover who wishes me to. I fight to feel what lessons vision cannot teach. With my hands I do everything to have a lover feel my intentions which are to warm them up ever so softly. When it is light again I want them to see the day as a great adventure or a curious opportunity to go searching for what's true. When I loved this lover I thought they loved me too. But those times are over now and I have no capacity to know if this lover loved me ...Loving a lover who is only a part of my life for a short time is a devastating truth about life that I cannot trust. The liquid love ran through my fingers, and is that not the closest to loving that we will ever get?
What is the best way to love a person? Does it depend on the person, surely it must. Will I ever learn the worth in postponing sexuality to allow a relationship time to grow?
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