by Uriah J. Fields
Monday, July 25, 2005
Rated "PG" by the Author.
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No, nesting is not just for the birds.
We humans nest.
Beautiful, gorgeous, vivacious, lovely;
There are no words that can describe how you look, talk and walk,
how you passionately move me to want to be close to you and hold you in my arms;
Emboldened by your charm I surprise myself and said to you, Let us be together.
At first I thought it was all a dream,
for I could not imagine meeting someone so heavenly as you;
I pinched myself very hard to see whether or not I was awaked;
Convinced of my aliveness and perception of reality I came to you,
Or, maybe we approached each other,
On equal footing we faced each other; It was more like interfacing than facing because no longer was my breathing just my breathing or your breathing just your breathing.
We saw in the eyes of each other a gleam of intrigue and from each other's lips gently fell these words:
Let us nest together.
Embarcing each other we discovered that, indeed, we were, nesting together.
I asked myself, How did we get from there to here, from standing in our separate autonomies to being in a posture, a variety of positions, nesting together. Nesting together neither of us asked, "Whose nest is this?"
We both knew that some things are so heavenly, having been made in Heaven for a specific cause, and like the stars they cannot be possessed, only enjoyed.
Nesting, like beauty, is timeless and it cannot share or surrender its presence with neither the past or future.
Sophistry yields to the concupiscense of my heart and I say, It feels good to be basking in love's moonlight, You and I nesting together.
Copyright 2005 by Uriah J. Fields