#judge not
I will come to you every morning.
8:00 AM VIII, the time I gave you
On my back, legs open. Waiting.
Presenting.
Patiently.
Seeing you show up in my dreams.
My bear.
Lay with me. Between my legs.
Today I am your strength.
The weight of you is ever so present.
If we can’t be together; we can in spirit.
I wanted to give you all of me.
Mind, Body and Spirit.
This is what I can give you.
During your time. Sirs time. Come to me.
Don’t be afraid.
Don’t be mindful.
Don’t be angry.
Just be present.
Breathe in my essence.
The message was clear this morning.
Be patient.
I will be.
Feel me caress your body, calming you, as you do me.
I promised you this time. For it is yours, ours.
Time for us to heal. Together in my dreams.
Lay with me.
For now.
Your presence brings me peace.
I will heal my wounds with your touch, through my hands, for it was always through escape.
Across an ocean, unavailable for physical touch. So why should this be any different.
We share the same moon.
The same stars.
The same sun & sky.
Why not the same dream.
Breathe. Accept. Heal in Love.
Heal together.
Through our mind.
Until I can offer you my body.
Feel the strength of my spirit.
Calling to you. My Strength.
Ignore all outside worlds.
Ignore judgement.
Ignore death.
Ignore deception.
Have patience.
Our time will come.
It is written in the cards.
My words are my tears.
From me to you.
My Emperor
My Sir
My King
Tears break through
The outside world is calling
Interrupting our time.
But I have given you me and I will stay.
I will not walk away until it’s time to return to my body.
For we are in the cards.
My Strength
Your Justice
Up the tower we went
Away from the world.
We were not meant for reality.
So now we can escape every day together.
Savior in our time.
Honour me.
Honour your word.
Heal with me.
For now.
Our bodies grow restless
Needing, wanting, longing
It is time to return to your bodies.
Have a wonderful day my beautiful man.
Remember it is written in the stars. My twin.
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02.09.2021 8:45 = 33 | 3+3=6
VI The Lovers
We are in the cards.
We live in a world where we judge not by the content but by the shell. I recently found myself in this, judging by the social look instead of the beautiful intent. Not bothering to listen to the words or the meaning, sticking my nose up at the idea of something nor my style. Forgetting myself, forgetting you can have meaning as well as a trendy beat. You can be passionate about something without having to give up on you even if it isnt exactly societies expectation. We too often get stuck in our preconceived idea of what passion is meant to look like. It isn’t always that indie soulful band singing their hearts out to a small crowd. Or the young woman in the back of the coffee shop typing furiously at her keyboard about equality. It can look like perky trendsetters pondering on our reality over a bubbly beat. We talk about breaking the molds everyday, only to ironically create more molds on who is allowed to break those molds.
Don’t mention a person’s past mistakes when they are trying to change. That’s like throwing rocks at them while they are struggling to climb a mountain.
:’)
