Dear (_____)

Dear writing,

I know I should be spending more time with you.  I know it.  I know it!

Is it alright that I have to take a break.  Is it alright that I feel close to stable and I do not want to deconstruct or explore?  Is it alright that I want to view it and enjoy the contours of a planet?

Sometimes what I experience with you is not a block or a dearth of words to say.  What I experience is a moment, several increments long, of taking you in.  Taking all of you in.  Sexually.  Biologically.  Isness.  Contextual.  History.  Timeways.  Can I take you in and breathe and enjoy you?

You are my mate.  Every minute and second cannot be sex.  Every instant cannot be adventure.

Yes, I did use you to keep me sane and help me mark time, but will you mind if I use time to help me become more intimate with you?




///Prometheus- "Collision"