Wednesday, October 08, 2008
Questions
Is it the beginning of the end
Or just the end of the beginning?
Moving into the next stage -
Tricky, takes careful, graceful
Stepping midst swirling emotions:
Fear of unfamiliar arrangements,
Roaring insecurities,
Raging longing for what was.
Like a chess game,
Opening moves done
What next? A quick lunge
Into new territory or a
Battening down of defenses?
Take a solid stance of strength,
Counter with a thrust
Or move quietly for position?
Is a relationship a constant
Balancing of wants and
Needs of each individual?
Or is there really an US that is
Forged in the give and take
So necessary in the growing of
A caring, mutually satisfying
Bond between two people?
And the nature of that bond?
Certainly enjoyable sex,
Real pleasure in the happiness of the other,
Each equally working to keep the magic alive.
Sharing activities, moments - yet leeway for
The other to move in his or her own direction,
Sometimes individual desires sacrificed,
Without resentment, to build the US.
Is this the new stage? Middle or end game?
Does this make or break the relationship?
Can we give each other room yet
Nurture the warmth and glow of intimacy?
We walk the narrow, rocky path
Between a you and me and an US,
Strangers groping in the night or
A twosome, eagerly growing love.
Friends give strange advice;
Pussy whipped and such
Go hunting, fishing whenever
Don't be a handyman!
Both must give or the other dries up
Cooking, washing, cleaning suddenly
A chore - activities with kids a bother,
Bending to please stiffens to not being used.
No passive-aggressive tactics,
No fights to find the space you want.
Just do...but remember to give
The things that I need,
Your love, attention, strength and know-how.
I am easy to please,
I flower in sunshine, and
I give and give in very special ways.
It takes two to dance the pas de deux
To build a relationship,
To forge that bond, to make an US.
If you want the solo life
To pursue the things you want,
Just say... and voila! You are free!
It has happened before and
I will survive to love another day...
Rosalind 2:21 PM
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