A Short New Year Reflection
Treading lightly into the new year; not timidly, but with intentionality in each and every step - hyper-aware of the frigid winter wind that whips my hair across my cheeks and into my field of vision. I am attentive to the high-pitched whistle of her voice and the bitter intensity of her kiss. She is just as intense as I am.
I am attentive to the cadence of his voice and the softness of his kiss. I am overjoyed when his eyes smile into mine and how they wander across and down my frame. I am endlessly inspired when he talks frantically about the history of music and menswear and Thomas Ligotti and the ancient mystery cults of antiquity. I am proud of the way he grabs me and digs his fingertips into my skin and the marks that they leave. I am comforted by the fact that nothing is ever left unsaid between us, even if we don’t explicitly say it.