Dianne and I love each other, we enjoy each others silent company, but we have very few "interests in common." We are both "spiritual people" (she is, and i try to be) but we experience our spiritualities separately and silently and it is only very rarely that one of us will try to communicate his or her insides to the other's outsides. She likes
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As on all its sides a kitchen-match darts white
flickering tongues before it bursts into flame:
with the audience around her, quickened, hot,
her dance begins to flicker in the dark room.
And all at once it is completely fire.
One upward glance and she ignites her hair
and, whirling faster and faster, fans her dress
into passionate flames, till it becomes a furnace
from which, like startled rattlesnakes, the long
naked arms uncoil, aroused and clicking.
And then: as if the fire were too tight
around her body, she takes and flings it out
haughtily, with an imperious gesture,
and watches: it lies raging on the floor,
still blazing up, and the flames refuse to die -
Till, moving with total confidence and a sweet
exultant smile, she looks up finally
and stamps it out with powerful small feet.
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:)
Loving somebody doesn't have to mean a constant sharing or knowledge about the same things. When moments like that happen they are magical and not to be taken for granted. You and Diane are blessed in each other.
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