Crescendo

Excitement

For a new beginning

A crescendo of nerves

culminating in the joy

of what is to come

Today Is Not Valentines Day

  Two years ago today something unexpected happened. I received a message on social media that was innocuous enough and I made a dorky joke. In a few short days, my life was inexorably changed. Message after message flowed. I began to feel the connection grow. Now, after twenty-four seemingly short months, I am still talking to and have in my life the most incredible woman I have ever known.

  Never in my time on earth have I had my thoughts, feelings, knowledge, and emotions challenged in a way that is both beautiful and hard and worth it. Every facet and notion looked at in ways that I had not before. I now know trust like I never thought possible. I've been introduced to amazing new things. Learned so much I didn't know about the world but more importantly about myself. Every day, I strive to be a better person because of her inspiration and every day we seem to share something new. She makes we WANT to be the best me that I can. 

  The intelligence she possesses is incomparable, especially emotionally. The hard work she has done to create a better life and a better her is truly awe inspiring. There are times that I feel I could tell her how proud of her I am every minute of the day and it wouldn't be enough. She has a sense of humor that I absolutely adore and a kindness that melts my heart. Her empathy is so keen it becomes a double edged sword but has molded her into the true and loyal friend that she is to all graced with her friendship, her love, and to her family.

  There exists a magnetism about her that defies description, a gravity that pulls me in. Even the most benign moments seem to take on a life of their own with her. One of my favorite things to do with her is simply sip coffee and enjoy each others company. Touching her though is a dream. The intimacy and emotional connection enhance every last second that we touch. The beauty she possesses positively glows from within. Emitting a light that might not be visible but exists nonetheless. Her eyes carry this light as well but pull you in with it. Liquid green they appear, like a mountain stream in winter flowing deep. I genuinely never tire of looking at her in any form, electronic or corporeal.

  I count myself lucky to know her and am beyond appreciative of how hard she has fought to be in my life. I will fight every bit as hard to keep her in mine as long it remains what we both want. We cannot know what the future holds and some promises just can't be made but we are on a journey that has been astounding to this point. I will hope and remain positive that it continues for a long time while giving her the space and support she needs to be the best that she can be. No expectations but honesty and openness. I'll focus on what we have and can share for the present, knowing that every moment is worth it. She has reminded me that this world is a good place and for that no gratitude exists. Simply put, I love her. 

  Thank you Moy Solnyshko for being you, for allowing me to be me, and for making the world a better place. 

  

Artistic Eye

Might be a brushstroke, fluidly flourished 

Each hue, complimenting and brightening

The paper with ever expanding designs

Or possibly verdant bits of nature placed

With care and precision in a random vessel

In such a way as to be continually living beauty

Then there are the flowers, vivid and fragrant

Arranged to enhance each petal and stem

Her artistic eye, creating works of true joy

Trust

Trust

Of a type I've never known

Trust

That what's said is what is meant 

Trust

Such as allows hard conversations 

Trust

Knowing we can rely on one another 

Trust

In her and in us and in our work

Trust

The Senses

Indelibly etched into each synapse of my brain

The curve of your hip, the glow of your skin

Your scent enticingly profound in my nostrils

Soft moans caressing every auditory receptor

With the lovely strains of our mutual pleasure

Drawn lines of ink and pops of color adding

To that most gloriously beautiful of visual palettes

Sweet on my tongue with a taste that beckons me

For more and drives me on to never be sated

And the delicate softness of each touch

Every sense aroused and in tune with you