What if a person treated touch as a precious action only to be indulged when the language of “in love” is spoken, heard and received.
What if looking into someone’s eyes past the point of a friendly gesture would be allowed only to get the attention of someone you want to know much deeper than surface, much longer than a lifetime.
What if tasting was seen as a sacred feast only to be had with the one who has captured your heart for eternity.
What if hearing the voice of the one you love was like a serenade, an offering given to you reminding you of a warm summer night experiencing the cool sprinkling of a beautiful fountain.
What if the fragrance of someone caught your attention devastating your senses with the fresh scent of baked cookies,
bacon, grits and eggs cooked to perfection; they smell like home.
Why not save the sensuality of the senses for the one who knows more about you than those who were the closest to you, that person makes you smile from your eyes to your cheeks and holds you through every hard time and every exuberant celebration.
There have been only a few who knew who I was before the introduction. It was destined that we would share a little bit of time sequestered in conversation.
I thought it was just the beginning of real talk between two people but it was so much more crammed into what may appear to some as a fortuitous meeting; some minutes of not getting to tell you what I already knew about you and you not surprising me with details not even my closest friends knew.
My heart is always stimulated by the words shared in these types of coming together. There is an intimacy beyond the flesh and the mess that people get into for no reason.