Sacraments
~for Meredith
If I were to die suddenly in the passion
of someone’s arms, I would want those
arms to be yours. Its not that someone
else couldn’t hold me or speak softly to
me or thrill me, but that death in your
arms would hold no trace of shame or
regret, and your arms have always allowed
space for the dream of that third person who
is forever present in lovemaking between
fertile men and women. Your arms have
been sacraments to me now beyond twenty
summers, our blood shed and our bodies
broken against each other, your kiss on my
face the sign of this cross I gladly bear and
will one day, suddenly or slowly, die upon.
I noticed your “twits” over there on your sidebar and found your fences twit interesting. It’s a good question to ask oneself. I will keep asking it of myself as I write. Your posts are not laying the ground work for more fences, imo, but are brightly shining participants in tearing down whatever fences might appear to exist.
This is a beautiful post.
I almost feel like a voyeur to this beautiful romance. Lovely.
Scandalously good!
Twenty summers, and y’all still got it goin’ on. The world needs more of this. And more opportunities to gross out the offspring with sacred marital affection.
Lovely! Praise God for married love and all it teaches us about him.
Thank you for gathering the words that my heart experiences with my Ken.
Sounds words to a song that the Boss would write. Nicely done.
So beautiful – there are no words!
how wonderful that you two are such a good match and that you are the kind of man that would write such a lovely thing for someone that you love.
Will you please, PLEASE collect all of these written on this site over the last months/years and get them into a chap book of some kind? PLEASE? this just takes my breath away. Literally.
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