a letter from the olden days

It starts by seeing the mysterious eyes of one; those eyes that lead to thoughts of mysterious places and distant people. The same mystery that leads men to the tops of great mountains and into desert places. The same mystery which taps the endless body of curiosity from which mankind has rarely defied indulgence.

I found it amazing, the wonderings and wanderings of my mind in the first weeks of learning who you were. I wondered what it was about, our meeting. I wondered why. But it had something more to do with the incessant smile of your eyes and the excitement of life upon your lips. I think there was something stirring me to my curiosity in your favor. I think it may have been that your hands seemed so much more useful than others I had seen. I think that your skin was soft upon my eyes.

I wonder if your ability to grasp me will cause me to grow. I see in you things for which I have longed. The life of your spirit is genuinely cunning. I see a hope in your eyes and a strength in your heart that pulls me toward you. There is so much of you with which I feel familiar, but there is much that I do not know.

I am left often with enchanting and mysterious eyes; enchanting lips of a desirable flavor. Why is it so?

Why do I feel drawn to you and sense a connection to you while there is yet little I know of you? What an interesting sensation. And yet of what you have told me of your life, I have not much seen; as you describe it to me, I am fascinated by it.

The security that you carry in your person inspires a confidence that causes even me feel whole, which is to say that all worries fade: those of the past and those of the future.

When, if ever will you appear again between my arms? How long will all of this last? Will we scare each other away? Will there be “too many things?” somehow, I don’t see any of that.

How will your lips taste next time? How will you touch me next time? And will it be but a dream?

Here’s a secret, only you may use it….. no, better not, I should wait… I have many mysteries of my own, and maybe many more than you have already counted. But this one you cannot know yet….

Meanwhile I will dream of nights with you, by your side with you in my arms. While a kiss is satiating and exhilarating, having you in my arms is all I desire, and all I need to feel.

My love, you are who you are, do not change it for me and my style, but leave it be that I might ever be fascinated by who you are. I now retire. I do see your mysterious eyes from here.