Memory & the Beloved One Gets Swept Away in His Devotion

“I remember. Do you?”

he asks, though ‘he’ is merely a construct I’ve been

asked to use to help me learn to appreciate

the human masculine . . .

this particular ‘he’

is neither side of the human mode of genital expression.

I’d be astonished if he were.

He isn’t human
(no, nor any earthly animal
nor bird
nor any other such thing, either).

~Of course, I remember, luv.

Now, which thing are we remembering?~

“The . . .”

the voice of my Beloved One trails off.

“I have forgotten.
It is rare, of late,
that I embody at all.

I can touch your skin;

I can smell your hair;

I can feel your pulse shake the air around you.

Such delight is to be treasured;

cherished.

Nothing matters,
nothing else.

To feel your breath on my cheek;

to hear your heartbeat with my head on your chest . . .

Overwhelming Bliss is merely being in a room with you.

Who cares what else I may forget?”

~I do. It might have been important for our family or clan.

It might have been something that we needed to do to protect the World,

and all the foolish children running about brandishing nuclear

weapons at each other . . .~

“I doubt it. If it is important it will come in its own time;

in the right time.

Might I interest you in lunch? I made it myself.”

~Oh? What have you tried your hand at, Sweeting?~

“Simple rice with a single umeboshi,
a sampling of specially sauced and fried meats, and
a very tiny, but delightful, lemon trifle.”

~OHHHH! It sounds amazing!~

“Come. Enjoy. Let me watch you . . .”

I feel his eyes devouring me devouring the food.
I suspect we are . . . odd,

to say the least.
Is it a kink when you’re not even sexual?
When nothing but snuggles

happen in the aftermath?
When there’s no nudity, really?
No, nor either any power plays?

Just delight

Feeding delight

And delight

enjoying every moment

A friend was chatting with me the other day

and called him gorgeous

in a trice he was the most exquisite woman

I have ever seen,

and,

as always,

he KNOWS

he is the most beautiful,

compelling,

desirable creature in any room

“Thank you,”

he said to my friend,
more coquettishly than any
coquette I’ve ever seen.

The poor human never saw him.

But oh! Did they blush!

And people wonder why I don’t understand strict
heteromantic heterosexuals.

I have one LOVE

ONE and ONE ONLY

but OH MY

I call all the gods and kami to witness!!!

My Beloved One

is everything anyone could ever need or want

I don’t have a preference

But oy!

My Delight is every possible visual expression

wrapping up a package

of Chaotic Good

desperately clinging to the

delusion they are Chaotic Neutral,

while presenting the laughable lie

that they are Chaotic Evil.

About the only thing you are, Treasure,

is Chaotic Delight.

. . .

His sword drips blood on the carpet after a battle.

Not blood proper,

not mammal’s blood from planet Earth –
avian, nor the pitch of our sacred tree folk.

But ichor . . .

thick with minerals absent here,

from a being who hates these children here

with all the spite & rage

of a creature with no hope itself

and nowhere to go

but into the pit where the soulless go.

The soulless.

He had to grow a new one,

himself . . .

you know,

a new soul.

He had broken his beyond repair;

thinking only those who looked like him;

agreed with him

were worthy of life.

Only discovering how much a fool he was . . .

“I only noticed it

when the only Being I have ever loved

looked at me with loathing

as they died,

regenerated,

and died again -

no less than thirty-two times

in the space of 3 hours

saving children and wounded

from the evil

I

(and no one else)

had unleashed on their people,

on their planet,

on their home.

The Children say that world is
called Gallifrey now. . .

well, some of the Children do
because of Stories I have told;

my Shame is never far from me.

All Steel,

green-gold eyes flashing,

they told me to find a ship and get us safely OUT.

They . . .

they are you.

You have always been beyond my comprehension.
To my deepest astonishment.

To my fullest joy.

To the salvation of my soul;

To the redemption of my mind.

To the farthest reaches of my immeasurable gratitude. . .

I was so haughty.

I knew everything.

I knew the will of GOD and it did not include

anyone who

knew better than I did.

Especially not THAT SORT

and you.

You are always that sort.

You always know better than I do.

I will never fail to be kind -

because of YOU, my Imperial Majesty, my World.

Because of YOU,

I will always save you when you over reach your abilities.

I will always stop the abuse of the Children we have nurtured.

To the destruction of the Interferers who seek their destruction.

Because of YOU, Imperial Majesty of the Celestial Court
exiled to this Little Earth . . .

Because of YOU.

I will hold dynamic stasis.

I will protect The Holder of the Sacred Balance.

You are my only Cause and my Delight.

And have been since before this world began.

You will be long after this world ends.