For Me, For You

By my scientific reckoning, Emily, we've given our bodies to each other more than five hundred times. In each act we burned so bright, or I can say at least that I did and I like to think you did as well.

Images of our couplings swarm in memory, beautiful and true beyond recall. And yet in all of them, never once... Not that it matters... but it does!

You wouldn't, you didn't, you couldn't, you almost... but always you draw me up before...

No complaints, Emily: it's this reticence of yours that makes each encounter sublime, this resistance that charges my memories, this refusal that makes me ache so terribly for you.

I've done my best to understand, I've tried to find the reason you put aside what I would call fulfillment. But I know the shape of my desires: don't worry son just follow that Arrow and the rest comes naturally. For me, not for you.