Hug!

For every lock there a unique key … For the mind there are words and intellect, for the heart there is a heart that talks to you, for the soul there is a soul mate, and the body there is a skin …

Each has its own language and dialect, the most obvious are the “words” when used to talk intellectually to the mind and get high, or when used romantically for the heart and get drunk … But I mean another language uttered not through words, yet seen, heard and felt … Sometimes, it is so powerful it is incarnated that one can touch, see and smell the intoxicating scent of … the other soul!

Those beings; the eyes, the lips, the arms, the skin, the body and the soul, that are parts of a whole human being, can only speak that kind of language, their own language … Her lips once spoke to me, I could only find my whole being of a man humbled kneeling against a soul penetrating existence of a feeling could never be uttered in million years of summed languages of mankind, but only through its own language …

Despite that not all words of their own language are with the same intensity; some are uttered by the soul and they are soul deep, some are soul penetrating and some are intense, yet verbal words can never bring to existence what the eye want to state, what the skin would reach and what the soul would penetrate … “Words” as we know, fail to represent their language …

Today, my arms spoke with yours, my heart brought so close to yours that my ribs engaged with yours and my warmth fused with yours … Stuck with words, I attempt to describe the feeling; like the dew transpired from the leaflet of a flower covering its surface, your skin covered mine, and as the cocoon impregnate the caterpillar for warmth, healing, protection and transformation, my heart and arms wraps you … always! …

And only at these moments, I can honestly admit that I feel and understand how is your existence towards him, and how savage, brutal and inhumane is your arms, skin, and heart is ripped void of that quenching filling existence of an incarnated feeling … Nothing I could do but to scream to the Lord for mercy and salvation … And how heart-smashing to witness the abandon of such abundance where for others his crumbs are their dreams!!!! aaaaahhhh!!! It is so tormenting to taste the crumbs as you witness the abundance ... At these moments I desire from all my heart that the Lord would take everything HE gave me in my life, that my life would be underpaid for living in her abundance ... To take everything and grant me what would open the door to the rivers of her abundance that is worth more than my life, that will always soothe and quench the burning between my ribs ...