Love Letter

From the first time I experienced you, knew you, partook of you, I was changed. We started slow and easy, you understood that I had many years ahead to stumble, falter, pick myself up. As I did, you were there to hold my hand, to stand by my side. Hours of tender truths and wise council you've given, and will forever more, of that I'm sure. You speak to me in an ancient, romantic language, one that I hear with every fiber of my being.

We delight in our flings, that sweaty dance, that repetitive romp. I've changed the way I ravenously relish you from second to second, and you've changed with me, step for step. You conjure fresh technique whenever I require, and you give it to me good. Hard and fast or soft and slow...your administrations are emblazoned on my mind, body and soul. Over and over, again and again.

No one else is with me whenever I need for however long, asking nothing in return but more of the same, like you are. I marvel at the daily symphony we share, how complete and simple. Just when I think I know all there is to know of you, another dimension slides along my senses, and I am alive again in a different way. And all the better for it.

You are my sentinel, my guardian. My most intimate friend. You see me through. You are my touch stone of connectedness to myself and to the world, and for that I am truly thankful and wholly addicted. In your absence, I am adrift in boredom and commonplace, afloat in defeat. The world is a card board facade of silent sadness. Together we've cried, laughed, learned. Together, the darkest hours and brightest moments.

You are my sanity, are all I have and all I want, so often.




Music...how I love you so.