Thursday, January 15, 2009

Love Letter No 24 - Wild Love

Dear Bond,
Wild love, alive, growing, living, with its very own presence.
Wild love is waiting in the front room behind the door, at the foot of the basement stairs, in bed in the house with the door unlocked at 2:30am, or on the couch ready for a cuddle and kiss, to be grabbed, hugged, rubbed, loved, and finally dragged off to another room for more.

Wild love is gazing through candlelight across the tablecloth that covers bare floor. Eating a simple meal before putting the lights out to scramble over one another.
Wild love causes carpet burns on elbows and knees, takes a sleeping bag in place of a king sized bed, finds the floorboard of a truck or seat leaned back for moments of pure bliss, or a room with a view miles from home, or drags one off to the bedroom at first opportunity.
Wild love, soooo flexible.

Wild love sorts through clothes in discreet darkness and says, "this is yours, this is mine, where's those socks? my undies?"

Wild love! It can be a puzzle, but forsake it!? Never!
To lose wild love's passion is to lose our very selves.


Oh how we love, Wild Love,
Larryg

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5 comments:

Shadow said...

oh, i love wild love. i love what you've written here. now what am i going to do with this naughty grin on my face for the rest of this day....

clean and crazy said...

This reminds me of last night with my wild love, and it started with me sneaking a note in his lunchbox that he took to work.

Maude Lynn said...

This definitely made me smile!

Jessie said...

hmmmm....i'm smiling :-)

Jack said...

Wild Love = Uncontrolled Passion!
{grinning}