rendezvous

Shhhhh - don't tell anyone, don't tell a soul. Tonight, you and I are going to sneak out. We're going to be lovers, of the most intimate sense. Our bodies probably won't touch but but our minds will, and you know it. Intimacy is so loose, so undefined at least to me. I feel like my soul is bared to you, and that is a far more powerful thing than something as trivial as breasts and stomachs and legs. My weaknesses are there for you to do what you wish. And so tonight, or maybe some other night, I'm going to meet you and we're going to have a rendezvous. Our own little world that we've created, that we thrive in, that gives us oxygen, is our meeting point. They all wish they could understand us. You survive better 'out there' than I do. But I think I do well enough. Sometimes I just need you to catch me, and you do a swell job of it whether or not you know that's what you're doing. You're like my secret lover. Every moment is a happy one and no one knows our mental intimacy except for us. And those who would like to aspire that same connection - family, friends, and mates, simply cannot.