The Silent Gift Between Us

I knew you had come into the house.
I observed myself inching into the kitchen to find you,
creatively keeping my availability away.
Awkward wasn't I?
But you looked so beautiful.
Your skin soft, your arms, shaved head, and piercings-
I craved you instantly.

And you fearlessly gazing into this new body,
risking yourself.
I felt vulnerable,
watching my softness turn into aloofness.
Your masks are visible too.

Melting away the masks,
I stretched - we stretched-
and remained silent.
Remembering our work,
my discipline,
letting go into love,
falling into trust.

Your eyes may not have looked
upon my exposed physical body,
but I wanted to be free
of the chains which had bound me,
so I went into the direction of the intensity.
In silence I heard my stories
and like clouds in the sky,
I let everything pass through.
All masks, all judgments, all comparisons dropped-
trusting in our perfection.

Again you found me later,
on the couch overlooking paradise.
Inching as close as you could,
were you teasing me?
Our eyes closed.
It was just there,
you and I.
We dove into a sensual exploration
with energetic intensity,
a sensual electricity.
I thought,
'Is this what availability to life feels like?'

And again beside me,
amongst the many hands of our community,
you softly stroked mine,
and we mysteriously melted away the fears.
I witnessed between us all of Life
as the electric current of aliveness.

I am human.
I am a feeling body.
And I wanted you.
I lay in my sleeping bag as though in a waking dream.
I longed for you.

Our body electric.
This is the silent gift between us.