It's another cold morning without contrast.
Nothing pale and hot to the touch here in my bed.
Only a wildly vivid sunrise providing no heat.
There's only cold here today,
and I don't provide much beauty.
All I can do is look to the horizon at this beautiful painting of wispy clouds...
50/50 bar orange and white...
pastel blues...
the glowing red of cooling magma...
and the clouds?
These are lined with GOLD.
Honestly I prefer a much different scene.
I'd rather the cold tones of overcast light trickling into a dark room,
white against white.
Brown over blue.
Everything is painted so lightly by the cold blue brush of this sky.
The eyes are greeted with cold everywhere,
but the touch of my cold fingertips is nearly scalded.
She is past warm.
Although I am afforded this grandeur scene of creation...
Although I am kissed on one side by a sublime God given, life giving light of six thousand degrees strong...
Although I am kissed on the other cheek by a crisp breeze travelling 440 feet a minute,
a breeze that I have loved loved loved for as long as I can recall...
I would rather squint in that dark room again,
strain my eyes.
This white canvas of linen tinted the color of cold dead skin presents something in direct contrast.
Look hard enough, not like I have to, and there is beauty here.
Here she is.
Swaddled with limbs tangled between the cool cotton.
Everything in this room looks cold, including her skin,
but I am close enough to reach out and touch her.
So I will.
So I did.
This is perhaps the most warming ninety-eighty point seven degrees I have ever felt.
... I have ever experienced.
Though she has not awaken,
though she does not even realize that SHE is being touched,
she has touched me.
Sure, getting close might make me uncomfortable,
but I have willed past discomfort and complacency.
Though fear and distrust grab and swipe at my back and heels, I push closer.
Closer.
Close must I get to touch your warm creamy skin.
Closer and closer still do I wish.
I do not simply want to touch.
I want to press.
Flesh against flesh.
I seek to press against and and press in,
underneath your skin.
touching the epidermis from top to bottom.
From beneath and on top of.
I long to BECOME your skin,
and you become mine.
Fingers tied into one another.
Chests pressed.
Breath mixed.
Eyes and their gaze lost together in this tunnel that only you and I may enter.
Together.
One skin made from two.
Let God be praised with patience.
As you are restored by our Maker.
As I put away childish things...
I look forward to this beautiful intersection.
I patiently wait for this future expression,
not shallow and meaningless recreation,
but this ultimate fruition,
the pinnacle of an expedition,
of our love...
Storge.
Philia.
Eros.
intertwined and bound together by an ethereal love, THE Love:
Agape.
... by The Dove, The Lion, and The Lamb.
I pray that I am still here in the poorly lit room,
lying on the white sheets washed clean by a blood without blemish.
I pray I am here for the unveiling of this new creation in you.
This GRAND GRAND opening.
The curtains that keep light refrained will be torn, and the sun will shine through to kiss you, to kiss me.
To kiss the one we have become.
We will stand before God;
we will lie before our God in Spirit and Body.
Naked body.
... and there will be no shame.
We will explicate this flawless design of pairing with worship of
mind, heart, spirit, body.
We shall melt, meld, mesh and our lines of separation will be obscured before they become of no existence.
This love will resound, resonate and reverberate...
because it is pure and it is by God and God alone.
I love you because He loves me.
Because He loves you.
So run, my love.
Run towards Him, and we will come together as we come to Him.
He is the only adhesive that is permanent.
He is the only thing that might create a true bond and mix.
This covenant will be true and will not be broken.
The blood shed to signify and bind this came two millenia hence, but it is as fresh as ever.
Its power always unstoppable, unmoveable.
The perfect lays waste to the imperfect.
God's glory shines through.
... and there we are:
you, God, I.
Never once have I wanted as much to lie down in this cold and dark room.
I cannot wait.
I shall wait.
You are worthy of patient and gentle love.
Your value is beyond measure.
Waiting simply makes the most sense.
... waiting for such a marvelous miraculous display of love really is no problem.
It is a pleasure and delight,
for better pleasure and delight.
Atop a pure and Holy bedding,
after some wedding...
marked by a time of crisp breezes and trees shedding...
I really do hope to see this day.
I really do hope to live this day.
I really do hope for us this day.
I love you. I love you.
O precious and beautiful gift from God.
I love you...
<3
