Love Without Sex

You do not need to be joined physically. Body to body, sex to sex to become as one. It can happen in the simplest of ways. This is how I wish it to be between you and me. The two of us sipping tea in front of a roaring fire, on a cold winter night. The full moon glowing through the windows the wind howling at the door. The two of us feeling safe and secure just sitting close and talking. About our lives, our pasts. The things we've done and the things we'd still like to do. Maybe to be done together, maybe not. Then when the words run out perhaps we'll partake of some reading. You with your Wilde and I with my Housman. Perhaps we'll read verses aloud to each other. Perhaps not. So much can be conveyed in silence. Then as the fire dwindles down to just embering coals, it is then that the true test comes. Is it possible to climb together into the same bed to hold one another in closeness with hearts overflowing in deep feelings of love. Where pieces of mind and parts of bodies cleave to be joined as one. But yet knowing that making that one decision that giving in to that oldest of times eternal pleasures, we could be sacrificing what makes our being together so special. Because it is not in what we do that makes our bond so exceptional. It's in what we don't do. It is in the not knowing, the not needing. Even though I'm dying inside with the wondering. Yet our bond is best left sacred. To be cherished and held in the most loving place of all. Respectfully in our hearts. Where we'll always find each other. One soul mirroring another.