How do you see me like that? How do you know which question is turning over in my mind? Sometimes you answer it mid-laugh, and I lose my place entirely. Your mystery is boundless. I could spend an afternoon watching what happens to your face when an idea takes hold of you. Then you catch me looking, and there goes the afternoon. You awaken places in me I’ve scarcely known how to name. I thought being seen this deeply would make me want to cover myself. Instead, I want to tell you everything. Even the impossible thing I want. Especially that. I want to look into your eyes and see my own divinity looking back, bright with the mischief of being human with you. I want to take your hand across the table and ask what you’d make if we gave ourselves the whole day. I want to hear you change your mind three times and love the fourth answer best. Tell me a dream you’ve never heard yourself say aloud. Tell me where you want my hands. I want to hear what your desire sounds like when it has the whole room to sing. And when you ask me what I want, I want the delight of answering you even if you’ve already guessed. Oh, enchantress of the highest order, what a pleasure it is to know you and still be surprised by you. I want all of who you are and the woman you’ll delight in becoming. I want to find out what we become together, how freely we can say I inside the life we call we. Nothing hidden. Everything to create. Put your hand in mine. I have an idea. Tell me yours first.
