Words across the miles

11/2001
rlp

He comes to her innocently just to talk to her. The words are what she needs to hear at the time, to fill the void of her shutting herself off from all emotion. The words start flowing back and forth across the miles. First it is laughter and compliments. A few questions on both sides to get the feel of the person on the other end. A few phrases of ideology and philosophy. Coming through is both a touch, a nuzzle as soft as the night and as strong as a firm grasp. There is a retreat, not wanting to retreat but feelings of not having the right to share these feelings. Still, there is the need to snuggle and cuddle in words that are sweet and familiar between the two of them, they develop their own language.

Where his heart lives is where her roots sprang from. There are more common meeting grounds than expected. Was this just a longing for what was for her or what she was needing in the now? Still they corresponded. She started feeling more alive. He, feeling his oats, started to seem too good to be true. His days were her nights. Her nights were filling his days.Now, they were alive again....back to the person each once was.

It's where the passion is. The words. The words evoking feelings to be warmed slowly and then simmered even more slowly and held in the mind. The words to be mulled over are later tucked into a memory.

There are a few days of the newness, the excitement of someone on the other end waiting, waiting to hear more words. Knowing each are on the other end of their private world they share in the bubble of wanting and needing to see the words meant only for each other. Both enjoying the fantasy for what it is...the words evoke it...the vision soothes it....the feeling is warm and sudsy and slatheringly delicious. It all feels comfortably real and having the intense irrational reality of a dream. An interval of rest and relief from reality they weave their bubble snuggle world.

Part of the fantasy is the realization that there will never be more than the world of words evoking the feelings. They live this fantasy knowing each other has their own world of reality they must emerge each day and become the person that they have been before the first words between them. There is a world that she is committed to and the world he is seeking to reenter. Each window of communication is a separate existence they delve into and emerge refreshed, able to go back into their daily lives. Neither find the reason to end their communication.

The delightful combinations of his ideas and thoughts are intensely absorbed by her...the painting of the words upon her mind are welcomed. Waves of the words, laughingly insinuated, sometimes semiserious, flirting shamelessly....boldly and sometimes not so boldly give a feeling to titillate her mind. He draws the words on the canvas for her, artistically arranged for their maximum effect, the style has not gone unnoticed. His special words he uses....he knows are a stimulant...are savored for her intransitive senses.

Spurred on by the safeness she feels in his acceptance of her thoughts, she easily writes the words. Her words...where they come from is mystery. The effect of her words is briefly understood by her but mostly each interchange is a venture into the unknown.