He says I intrigue him. I swallow a blush and consider the ways he intrigues me. At least the ones I can articulate. We sit, and talk, and share. Be vulnerable with one another. I share about this blog’s start, and refer to my mouth and teeth with a gesture of my hand and say “this stuff”. I share it like this because I don’t want to cry, because I don’t know quite yet about how to talk about this, because in spite of my insecurities I am secure he will not judge and we will revel in the ways we intrigue one another and tickle one another’s brains.
And, I am beyond grateful that the universe smiled this evening and whispered, “Remember who you are,” bringing with her a sweet, sweet friend who sees me and doesn’t turn away.
Once upon a time I spun oral yarns of dragons, fierce revolutions, daydreams and nightvisions, places where sex and desire meet edges of complexities and sublime artistry of skin against skin, desire against desire, screams and moans against moans and screams of ecstasy’s flight.
Did you know if one dreams about losing one’s teeth some say it’s about unresolved pain and loss while others highlight the need to let go? Perhaps this is just a beginning of a tumbling return to myself and who I am evolving to be.