Shining like silver string

I watch you watching me, standing there at the limits of my personal space. One step too far and contact is broken, one step too close, and casual engagement changes to intimate involvement. There’s fear there, I can sense it, smell it like pheromones in the air. Will you step inside, come towards me? I have many things to show you. Powerful, frightening, difficult things; amazing, grand and humble things; things that are exposed in speech and action, and hidden things that are subtly expressed through appreciation of art, music and literature.

I hunger for you, crave for your mind to be open to me. Tell me all of your secrets, take my hand and guide me to your hidden places. Enchant and seduce me with the story of your life, sharing tears and joys, angers and pains, I will walk with you as you retrace every step of your history. I want to taste your favourite foods, drink your favourite wines, and in the evenings in summer, sip at your favourite spirits as we talk through the warm evenings. In winter we’ll wrap ourselves in thick blankets, drink tea and watch films together before going for a winter walk out in the cold. In autumn we’ll walk in the parks in the city, accompanied by falling leaves of orange and gold, and in spring we’ll drink coffee with our friends after a light dinner.

And when the time comes to hold our words, to tread the snows of life in silence, I will hold your hand and see you as beautiful, with the signatures of time etched in your face. Our history together will be divided into packs set on our backs, and we will walk into the unknown afterlife together.

This – this is only the beginning.