There is a moment when we are lying in bed--our bed--our hearts still pounding in twin rhythms--I cradle you with my left arm as your head rests on my chest, and with my right hand I stroke your hair--softly, gently, cupping the silken smoothness, now tousled from our coupling, like a wondrous darkling snowflake that does not melt. It is in moments like these that I feel our destinies twining together, moments like these that my heart continually bursts in calm excess, moments like these that I want to last forever. Moments like these that the mask with which I cover my soul is cast away.
And it is moments like these that frighten me--I feel so exposed. And yes, that's a wonderful feeling--like standing on a mountaintop as the wet air freezes my beard, preparing for the rush, the exhilaration of the swift ski-borne descent--I am so small compared to the forces around me--and yet I am able to grasp the challenge and venture forth with confidence and trepidation.
So let me lie here with you just a bit more. The future will bring what it brings. Sleep now, my dark-locked angel, and I will sleep too. And let our hearts be one.