Terra Firma

Finally, we were alone,together. I’d never thought it’d happen.

I reached out to touch Angel’s thoughts but ended up touching her hand!

It was rather spontaneous - "Are you going to leave me?" Angel asked. I meant to say "Never" but within a flash, something prompted me to take her hand into mine and I reach for that slender shapely left hand!

Maybe because it was quite unexpected, she retracted her hand as if in shock!

It was a shock. Indeed.

The energy didn't take much time to travel through my veins into my heart. This relationship won’t be easy. Who knows what’ll happen?

The silence that followed was mysterious.

"You were not supposed to do that, how could you do it?"

"Why am I not 'supposed to do it'?" I asked. The mysterious silence prevailed. Again, for a long time.

"That, indeed, was a test, my sweet heart. To see if you are ready, to see if you are prepared to take wings." I told myself.

"When will you give me wings?" Angel was anxious.

"Not until you are ready for it." I quip. "It is part of a process and is also ritualistic." Angel wouldn't understand the meaning of what I said.

She was writhing in pain. The anxiety was brimming on the border of an explosion.

I can not be more romantic, for I do not know how to be one. but I hope we’ll have lifetimes to figure that out.

She gathered into a dense purple vapor, and let out a grumble. “You’re such a poor student. What did I teach you?”

“I’ll always be part of you,” I repeated.

I was getting anxious too. to give my angel "wings". I can't wait anymore but she is not ready, yet.

She wants me to give her clues. I could give her more!

It could be Sweet or Sour; it could be Pleasure or Pain.

"That's too vague" she remarked.

"Yes, it is, only as long as you don't trust me". This business of wings is part of a process and is ritualistic and is rooted on trust. "You don't get wings as long as you don't have trust."

"You also need to be prepared" for the ritual that it is.

Let me know, when you are ready.