“But if we love others, we are in the light, and we don’t cause problems for them. If we hate others, we are living and walking in the dark. We don’t know where we are going, because we can’t see in the dark.”—1 John 2:10-11
See he was my chocolate drop. Braids flowing like waterfalls. Melodic hands that painted invisible symphonies down my back. The sweet whisper of his name escaping my plump lips made his tempo upbeat. He was a stranger to my existence, just another speck of dust in this galaxy. Then I fell on the on the bed of his cushioned world known as the clouds, lost in sexuality and mystery reflected in the glimpse of his eyes. At that moment the structure of my frame gave way engulfed in a self quiver. He made my insides shiver and this made me curious. His broad shoulders brought back memories of my all forgotten spontaneity. Words tangled in a lost translation of should be’s. Raised with the hands of his mother. Burden with the past rituals of his ancestry. Latters that roped chains around his ridiculed heart. But I witness this yearning for more… a soul ,depth, …because in a quite voice he whispered soft kisses…soft wishes I believe. Bone deep. This stranger inticed my very being and capture my realm of security. His broad shoulders gave my thoughts security and his variety reassured me it’s ok to be me. Then I realized this individual was a reflected form of me. And I named this reflection Trenton’s being reflected in mystery!