Knight

I had a conversation with a non-figure today. It moved slowly and emitted a perfect sound of a low-pitch which rang and rang as a bell would and I suddenly had very little to say to it.

It continued to communicate not through language but through sensory disruption. It reminded me of that special day that we had together, the only one of it's kind for me. I experienced terror on the real and so did you, and I saw you in ways I had never seen you before and watched as love walked around naked in the room going through laundry. That very long moment changed each of us, plunging us into places of fear and hilarity, looking for allies in a hostile bedroom, whatever sounded safe to us. Those couple of days were hard and impossible to articulate, and inspiring, and life-affirming.