charting landscapes...

To The Lady on the Train,
I know that you are the one that I want to spend the rest of my days with. You are the one that I want to spend the rest of my nights with.
Your face is the one I want to see as I drift off and it is the first thing that I want to see when I wake every morning.
I want to put my arms around you to hold you close as we sleep. I want to breathe you in and feel your hair against my cheek. We will talk about our day, work on a story, tell stories to each other. We will make each other laugh and cry.
And we will make love.
We will touch and caress each other. We will massage each other. We will explore each other and in so doing the territory that we explore is ultimately ourselves. Our terrain will have no boarders. There will be no fences, no roads. No gates. No guards.
The territories that we chart will be each other and ourselves. Know that we are wild and we are boundless. The maps we draw will not be framed or hemmed in. The secret maps that we draw will be as vast as the territories themselves.
In our explorations and charting - in all of our discoveries - we change the landscape. Maps will have to be redrawn, every time.
My Love, my Angel,
I want to explore and chart your every landscape, every river, every ocean. I want to place my footprints in your sand and to discover hidden valleys that no one has seen, where no one has been. I want to stand on the edge and look into some vast and uncharted territory or water - and not fear to go even further. I will leave my mark, but I will try do do no harm. I will touch as little as possible. I will treat these places with respect, reverence.
I want to find the places that have been damaged by others. If I find a poisoned river or if I find a track of land that has been clear cut - stripped of what made it beautiful and alive, I will try to heal it. I will plant saplings. I will sow seeds. I will lay down fresh soil. And I will dance for cleansing rain.
I want to explore these places with you - with your permission - with your guidance, at times. I want to be lost in your oceans, forests, and valleys. I want to climb your mountains and swim in your depths. I want to never have to leave. I will be as the wind sweeping across your landscapes and oceans - exploring and changing - and always there.
I dream of you. I dream of us.
covering you...
The Man in the Station