united sorry

dear d.

i always dream of you, of your smell, you skin, your chest, the way you walk through the forest, your appearance is quite royal i would say, i am always amazed that we became so easily  such good friends and that you are almost always there when i want to see you.

our relationship is quite fysical, but the fact that we don’t talk so much, doesn’t mean that our connection stays on the surface, on the contrary i feel that i can be you and you can be me. There is no shame, no fear, only ecstacy: when i am in you, or you are in me.

i love you, but this love is so natural, that i never say this.

yesterday i had a tantric massage, and i discovered that i can enjoy this the most when i enter the energy of the other person, that there is hardly a division between me and the other in the experiencing touch, the waves of tension and relaxation.

dear d, i think you are my tantra friend… tantra from  the forest, moisty smells, wet grounds, dead leaves, bare trunks, and your wet skin, i like it.

during rehearsal me and ulrike, sitting on a bench, drinking a next coffee ( me)