I.
In the beginning
it is the excitement of the unknown
the journey to discovery is the discovery

Is she a spooner or a spooney?
What does she smells like?
What does she tastes like?
What makes her cum?

Who is she...?

We fuck
and then we talk
and then we fuck some more
and then we talk some more...

Then fucking seems like
an exchange reserved for strangers
And so it becomes something else.

What passionate passion

And then,
a 'Ray' of warm morning sunrise light peeps
through the window and joins in our
passion, discovery and conversation.
That 'Ray' of light on that
Saturday morning at 5:57am on January 1998,
on its way to infinity.

'Ray' you are now part of our
memory, part of history.

II.
I know her.
She fits like a glove
she feels comfortable
on my skin
in my space
in my thoughts

She has become part of my identity
She has become part of my rhythm
She has become part of my subconscious

She smells comfortable
She has become
my familiar familiarity
I know her thoughts
They occupy me

It, I, we feel safe.

III.
Familiarity has left
no room for any new discovery.
No room for improvising.
No room for the illusive
excitement and fear
of the unknown.
The security of being comfortable
has extinguished our flames.

We want to want
we crave the new and urn the old.

The once 'fucking' that 'became something else,
has become something else again
something overly predicable, mechanical,
inhibited
as are our days.

This comfortable familiarity
is too predictable,
too comfortable,
too familiar;

For the first time
a very uncomfortable predictably
unpredictable place.

The baggage of life has
isolated us as individuals,
not a couple.

IV.
We now have a new journey,
a new discovery.
Our new discovery is
finding new ways to d
iscover ourselves in each other.
Without the blinding fire of passion.

This is the discovery is true discovery of love.



Billy Kavellaris