NIGHT WHISPERS

I heard you.

This is your voice. Your words. Full of everything that the three of us only know. And how can I not recognize it and respond with endless tears when every breath carrying the words scratches the heart deep. Squeeze it hard. Very hard. Reaching places only opened through this sacred code. While looking me in the eye. Mirroring the pain and maybe the pleasure. Of us. Asking me to allow us feel the mix together. I, lost in the feeling and in figuring out the way, you say it again. Stronger this time. Deeper that way. Asserting the places. Our places.

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Cave said…
yea that's the voice, these are the places, that's the feeling, these are the tears, and that's the joy. Familiar? oh yes and so so close ...
9/16/2008 11:04:00 am
Cave said…
... u know this cave, u've been there ...
9/16/2008 11:07:00 am
haal said…
I recognize it from the very first glimpse.
9/16/2008 11:50:00 am
Cave said…
... this sacred code is what assures me; it's what i'm counting on to wither my mounting worries that have been simmering for weeks - terrified to ask; pretending to be sure but burning inside out ...

i hope i still hold the code. i hope i'm not dead wrong.
9/17/2008 01:02:00 am
Cave said…
... i hope i still don't need to ask; as it has always been ...
9/17/2008 01:12:00 am
haal said…
what difference will it make if the result is the same?!
9/17/2008 07:18:00 am
Anonymous said…
Result wont change. It is the destiny. Of life? Of my life. For knowing life; assigning it its real value; compromising for those we hold dear;
9/21/2008 02:27:00 am
Cave said…
... and last night's whisper came from so far away, but touched so deep within ...

... a dear familiar close merciful loving note that kept us company all night ...

We were blessed last night. Last night, we slept.
9/21/2008 11:06:00 pm
Cave said…
... & tonight we're sleepless again
9/22/2008 03:26:00 am
haal said…
we all are....

sleepless. and more...
9/22/2008 09:35:00 am
Cave said…
... and more
9/22/2008 11:18:00 pm
haal said…
and yes, you do not need to ask.
10/09/2008 01:28:00 pm
Cave said…
Don't blame lovers for doubt and jealousy. They embrace these feelings for as long as they are in love.

Some take them off around the corner. Some take them on to their graves. You know

... I know
10/09/2008 02:29:00 pm
haal said…
No blame. I assure....

first time though.... to have to ask....and wait for an answer.
10/09/2008 03:35:00 pm
Cave said…
I wished i didn't have to ask and i didn't. I wished i still held the code, and i still do.

I have asked "myself" and waited for an answer "from within". And it was an answer from within that i got.
10/09/2008 04:46:00 pm
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