A powerful love affair

Words, I have found words to describe this affair

Of a man and another or a woman or of women two.

Where each one had a heart made of flesh and blood

As much as the best one should be; well, that everybody knew.

This one contributed in humility, strength and pardonment

While there was another, equally strong and compassionate;

Although this was of knowledge to only a few.

Their identities, notwithstanding, they could be anybody,

But I knew them intimately. Oh, so intimately, I could’ve been their third.

However, I was not of necessity to them, but they to me.

Their love and the sheer power of it transcending the mere boundaries of flesh

And I soaked it, basked in its glory, like a lotus lost without its pond, in a dungeon.

Yes, such was their love, their connection.

The connection that arose from one’s soul that connected midway with the thread of the second’s

Was visible to the naked eye, if one were as depraved as me or knew what it was.

The purity of connection, the transparency and innocence of it,

Well, I could only look at it as a starved dog’s first meal in weeks.

Such was their power that they did, not only, arise inspiration in other people, as individuals,

But, did so within and amongst themselves.

Such was their power that their combined rage could destroy creation

And the same care could nurture it for eternity.

These fanciful, flowery words are all I have for now,

For when, if, I am ever able to see someone and time would cease to exist,

I will make sure to savour it and, in gratitude to all my teachers,

Give these lessons to fellow men and women, no questions asked.

Till then, I will learn, this art to couple, not just in anthropology, but, in spirituality.