A weekend, a lifetime, the infinity

I get distracted sometimes with the good feelings I get... About to write and I feel God and I feel you, all connected, feeling the spheres of light that aren't so far away, they're here... I touched the warm sea this weekend and I felt as though I could touch God, touch us, touch all, and I wanted to swim in it.

***

And so these are
the words I couldn’t get out this weekend
because I was living,
I was loving.
But I don’t quit living
or loving
when I write.
Maybe I was afraid,
afraid to lose a moment.
Maybe I knew I could keep them;
I keep every moment
and I will relive them,
savor them,
taste every dimension of them,
as I write.

***

I’ve seen us there,
here,
not quite like this but
there,
here,
traveling.
Our laughter echoes
in the tunnels,
the tracks full
of our energy,
the beauty of the views
outside but
the windows admire
the beauty
inside

***

And so here we are,
I’ve never been here.
The streets are new
to me.
The wine is new
to me.
The warm sea is new
to me.
But
somehow
a hint
of familiarity
because you’ve brought me
here
within you

***

I feel I can touch
God
as I touch these
warm
salty waters
in front of me
and I want to swim
in it,
in us,
in this moment.
But a taste,
a taste will suffice

***

I was holding you,
really,
finally,
you are here

***

Say it,
tell me
those
“stupid” things
and see:
Wow, how
stupendously
beautiful

***

Here. I say it often but, where is here? Here has been there and that way and over yonder. Yes. Here is everywhere. Here only needs you and me. Here is always… here.

***

There were clouds and not much sunlight but there was Luce, us. The air was fresh and the wind a bit cold but there was your love. The trail was new and the path winding but there was your hand. People say “it’s life” but there is always you, always me, always us.

***

It was dark
but there was light:
how warm.
There were your growls,
caressing:
how soft

***

Maybe,
maybe someone would say
it's blasphemy but,
God,
did you hear me
howling:
thank you.

***

My head on your chest,
your head on mine.
We fit
beautifully,
perfectly,
amazingly,
either way.
Your head on my chest,
my head on yours

***

With your eyes of light,
your contagious smile,
your comforting smell,
your tickling voice,
your arms that always manage
to hold every part of me
from my body
to my spirit:
how can I not be happy?

***

It was weird. Lao, Kallystra. We said those names, our names, the names we met with. And I felt we needed to say them. We needed to kiss those names. Lao... Kallystra...

***

In the morning, Luce smiled to me. She was happy, she is always happy. I felt she held us many times through the weekend. Of course. She is us. I held on to her smile. When I smiled at you, maybe you saw Luce's light. I want to smile always with her, with you...