If it sounds like it...

"You are the call, and I am the answer. You are the wish, and I the fulfillment. You are the night, and I the day. What else? It is perfect enough. It is perfectly complete. You and I." D.H. Lawrence.

I went through an infatuation period with D.H. Lawerence at some point in my past life. His style rested just on the edge of forbidden with a brooding sexuality that made me believe. He wrote of "blood knowledge" and finding it better to "...die than live mechanically a life that is a repetition of repetitions."

Sometimes I think I expect too much from my intimates. A soul perfection. Yet, if asked, I scoff at the notion of soulmateship.

If you read that fast enough, out loud, it sounds like "soulmate sh*t."

'Nuff said

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All that was sacred and little bit that was wicked
Mixed with sunshine to fill the hollows of my heart.
A brimming chalice calling:
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Now pull me to your lips.
And, drink, oh Thirsty One, drink;
Swallow what you feel.
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Don't melt like cotton candy.
Really let me taste your soul.
And hold me. Breathe with me.
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Be large enough to keep me.
Be strong enough to tell me no.
But always give me:
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Be. Just BE.
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