Heather held my hand, walking beside me on the trail back to our campsite. Her warm fingers traced the inside of my palm.. gently grasping. The stars were gleaming over our heads, the blackness beyond them infinite and deep. We paused in the darkness, both staring up into the sky. Our quiet breathes leaving trails of vapor. The Rocky Mountains soaring up behind us. Our backpacks motionless hanging from our shoulders. We stood together, alone. The world and everything within its reaches was somewhere else.. somewhere distant and far away. In this instant it was just us. Our animal. Love... or something beyond love. There are times when the description of what's happening isn't enough really... when it doesn't describe what is actually there. I realize that I want this.. I want the definitions and limitations of my heart to disintegrate. I want the idea of love to disintegrate.. leaving space for what's possible. In the absence of definition and description... everything is waiting for us. Un-named, unreconciled, and bewilderingly vast. I want to know life on this level. A life with intent.. yet lacking a script.
I feel the soft fingertips of my lover clasped in my hands - and I smile in the blackness.
Andrew Tipton
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