I imagining having you here with me, touching your naked body unlimited. This even though I, also in the mere thought, shy away from same intimacy from you. Why is obscure, but clearly I cannot talk with you about my reservations. When I tried, you told me you do not want to know what is beyond your dreams about what is me and what I am. You have given me your soul; all its despair and desires and demands. Some days that is more than I can bear; carry your dreams.
You and I are like two bodily illustrations of the well-known poem quote “East is east and west is west and never the twain shall meet”. But face to face we have to meet naked without armor, all disguises to fall and no masks to cover naked truths; that is the path of two lovers coming together.
It is the public bravery shown on the common battlefields of love and honor, in centuries the same. But mostly it fails and each battle is its own drama – a sword straight into a single bleeding heart, a single individual’s harmed soul thrown out in a ditch; scars forever in short mortal life; demotion and loneliness and flowering feelings of humilation. But you told me you do not want to know.
The quote is from Rudyard Kipling “The Ballad of East and West” (1889)
Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet,
Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God’s great Judgment Seat;
But there is neither East nor West, Border, nor Breed, nor Birth,
When two strong men stand face to face, though they come from the ends of the earth!