They say perspective is everything. To her I was just one of many. To me she was as radiant as the sun standing out in a crowd: a woman who held me in her arms and told me that she loved me. Too many men are afraid to express just what that means to them: what it feels to be so close to another human being, another heart, another mind, another soul, flesh caressing flesh and bone caressing bone. Two living creatures in the highest state of togetherness, where all clichés collapse and where no words exist to cloud our minds as the senses bask in primal overflow.
But they say perspective is everything and what to me felt like the most Holy Communion with that most secret and powerful mysteries of the human spirit, you saw as a tidal wave of sin and corruption, revelling in this island of debauchery we had made together: our own half-acre of hell that was in reality nothing more than two people exploring the deeper roots of harmony. What’s so sinful about a force of nature?
They say perspective is everything but one thing was true: for all our differing perspectives, like your fantasies demanded, I wanted to stay in that bed with you for three whole days until we were so on fire that we would rise together like a pair of phoenixes – purified by the flames of our pyre until our corruption was reduced to ashes. And during that time I would show you the true meaning of endurance until our mortal frames could take no more and we would collapse into the burning embrace of the inferno we had made.
If only I could have shown you what it is like to burn. Maybe then your perspective would have changed. Maybe then you would still be here tonight.
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