Glorious Bodies
I know it’s only fair to let you go. I’m not the one who can complete the picture for you.
And isn’t that how it always goes?
My fullness is never the kind they truly want.
My love will nourish the deepest parts of the soul, but it won’t always feel good. It will not mother you. More like a scrape of teeth against hot skin rather than a comforting hand-hold.
I know I must release you. But the selfish part of me wants to hold on. Doesn’t want to lose your sweet love. The dripping, sun-soaked strokes of you that blur my vision until the sea and sky become one.
Who would want to say goodbye to that glory?
Is it cruel of me to want all of you in this tangible realm while leaving the rest untouched? Maybe we traverse those psychic spaces one day…maybe we don’t.
Perhaps this way, body to body, is enough for me.
Does that make me wrong?