Our last night together.
It was so perfect
So overwhelmingly powerful
Powerful, in a way indescribable
It was as if that night we,
Two people, became one.
Not because of the intercourse we experienced together and
Not because of the words spoken between us,
But because of the words
That were not spoken between us.
The communications by a simple touch or thought.
Our connection transformed and became
A sub-conscious connection.
The best connection,
For we do not control our subconscious
It is lead by our passions
Urges,
Lusts,
Impulses and most intimate desires
And formed into reason and rational
Causing it to eventually be censored in its outpouring
From the mind
(for it will only than be acceptable to man and society.)
But our last night made that censorship accepted by me
It allowed me to feel all that excitement
It allowed me to express my deepest desires in a pure and immaculate way.
It excelled the purity of our connection.
Our last night
It was no longer two people sharing a small space,
Each looking and fighting for their own freedom.
That subconscious battle,
The battle in our sleep
The battle ceased to exist
Now, two people fighting together
US
Our bodies no longer longing for distance or space
But rather looking for the other and wanting to share our
own chasm with the other.
No longer feeling any discomfort by the others presence
But a feeling of completeness
Our bodies turned to one
Fitting into each others space
Melting into each other
Holding and embracing each other and not being afraid
As if a blissful symphony was being composed
And our bodies, collaborated together, made the
Harmonious music
The blissful music
The subconscious battle for ones own
Had now become
Out battler for Our own
All on our last night together.