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        “Don’t worry and don’t force—just be open,” she answered. “We won’t always get it right, but that’s the point—in open, we are real , human, fallible and flawed, and still worth life and bonds of love.  Share too much, if you desire to. If not, maybe we’ll wish we always had.     […]

        “So how does one begin—to share and show one’s own and to learn another’s soul?  What do you want to learn?  How does one come to ask, or does one simply let it be and pray one day it happens?”          He did not know so asked.

        In open, she embraced his closeness and his feel.  As vowed, she did not hide away but met and stayed with him in clear—unhiding and open to journey’s discovery.  Surfaces and crevices, subtleties and change written in heat and cold and flare of signs and telling in the eyes.  Journey’s start, learn’s begin, to soul-adventure—they […]

        Journey of discovery, bit by bit, piece by piece, all of their selves chosen to share and show, delicate learning of the other in Journey of share and way.  Depths, crevices, surfaces that changed—different than first they seemed.  No rush, no race, but in natural’s way—they shared, they showed and learned evermore and on […]

        Never a word, smile and lips, meek of their begin.  Hands in touch, hands in explore, onto contours of the other; light of giggles, still no words, pleased and loving in the way.  Close of eyes, whole of tongue, hands’ stronger take in hold, disappearing of the distance in body’s space between: new sense, […]

        Never a word, they spoke none then and greeted in nakedness of smile: uncovered, unhidden—bared—for all the other’s see.  Nervousness, and too a natural peace—recognition in the other of a something in their selves.  Smiling, meek, and blushing, they stood unhidden in open meet.

        “I wish to know your mind in every way”—a loaded thing to say.  Did she mean it, intend it true, or was it only words another wrote of which she liked the sound?         He paused near to the open, hesitant to move.  Did she mean it true?

        Evening time in heart of home—room of romance hue—she sought to write but no words came.  Still in sit, she stared on empty page where upon the blank, she saw his face: vision clear she could not define—lacking then the words—and so she sat in the silent-still gazing on, seeing all, she could […]