I am ready…

I look in her eyes, and I feel…

…a wave, gentle and soft with the power to knock me off my feet. A temperate cloud burst softly soothing my weathered skin, cool to the touch yet setting my soul on fire. A cool drink satiating my deepest thirst while leaving me desperately wanting for me.

All because I can feel, and I am ready, when I look into your eyes.

Through the eternal journey, amid the countless footsteps, we’ve arrived. Here, two paths seemingly distant and removed were always meant to intersect, in their moment, in their time. Here, a dreamy mist forms into reality, and a once distant voice softly whispers in my ear.

I beg you, my love, do not give up your power. Do not relinquish your rightful place on the throne you’ve hewn from a million memories. Do not change a thing, except filling those arms left empty in the shadows of the night. I shall fill them at your beckoning, and I shall turn the evening shade into a glorious light where we see  all the things that brought us to this altar. I want to bask in the heat of your strength, and swim in the sweet waters of your desire. Allow me to pull my own chair up to yours, look you directly in the eyes…

…and feel.

I am ready for you. Though it wasn’t always the case, I stand a man now carved by experience from the roughest marble, ready for your soft caress. Though I once was the illiterate one, I now read your words so wanting to touch the hand the wrote them. Though I once could not speak your language, I want to hear the stories of your own creation, and hear the songs you sing in the hallowed moments of the night.

Oh that sweet sweat! born of labor so intense that survival was not assured, now bearing the fruits of work many would choose to avoid. I offer gratitude for each drop and each puddle I’ve left behind, each moment that has prepared me for this moment. I honor each step, each stumble, each holy rise for the place I now stand…

…ready…

…for you.