I'm off to bed now, just writing you this so-brief email of missed opportunity and future possibility...sometimes I think the connection is stronger for all these fleeting moments, these butterfly kisses of mind to mind. Here...and torn away again by cruel fate (that's your sister LOL), and once again there is suspense, anticipation. Is it too soon, or too late, to touch to taste to be pulled within you, consumed and consuming...suck me in like the fire-eater at the circus, but will I warm you from the inside, will I burn you, will I burn out? These fires we keep within us are dangerous things to ourselves and to others, but oh so bright you are, I want to draw near and warm myself, warm you, doubled light and doubled fire.
I fear you. My pulse quickens for flight when bold words best unshared fall from your lips, but will I run away or towards the flame? For these are things I have left unspoken, for fear of frightening you...or are they things I only wish I had felt within myself? Memory is a slippery thing, bending you to its wishes - or are you doing the bending? I forget, sometimes, that I do not know you - I remember you too well to give credence to the fragility of these ties, these bridges. Will they fall like cards, and in falling reveal some prophesy, some future unknown? I do not wish to build for today only...monuments should be not of spun glass, but of the bones of the earth...stone upon stone built high and strong, keeping out darkness...nay, of diamond! The beauty of glass, but strong and tough, not hiding darkness but catching the light and amplifying it a thousandfold.
I want you to feel vulnerable...to be vulnerable to me in your mind, show your weakness and your strength, bare your throat to my teeth...or my kisses. I shed my armor for you, throwing open the gates of my fragile mind. In weakness, find strength - in surrender find at last ultimate confidence. This is what separates us from apes, from the beasts of the forest. I will not contain you, demand that you hide your flights of fancy or of fantasy...I hope that I am strong enough to face the lady...AND the tiger.
Ah, the brevity has again vanished under the outpourings you pull from me - what power is this that you have? In small things there can reside great power. Good evening, and good morrow, [pet name]. ;-)