At first, I can barely gasp for air. I die. The 'old' life is squeezed out of me. The humble, vulnerable, naked human surrenders. I go from solitude to intimacy. Inside the hug- My heart beats with their heart. And then I have to let go. Present tense pushes out past tense. The smush of body weight against the floor feels like a full body hug.
...I'm not sure I've actually felt you. My imagination is probably sparked by movies and novels. I'm not sure I'm capable of being intimate. Have I made you something that I can't have? Have I put you so high up on a pedestal, that you're unreachable? I want to crawl up on your lap. I want to feel you squeeze me so tight I squeal.
Do you sometimes find yourself crafting words differently than the Common Dictionary? Although some would say I 'cheat' at Scrabble, I consider myself extra creative with words. Even today, I spent over an hour perusing a thesarus to build my vocabulary. Here's some words that I used today in a Heart Whisperer session. It's as if... Continue Reading →