You have seen us over and over, and touched us deeply in every word you write. We are part of a fleet on the sea, and we can follow each other's sails when our compasses go haywire.
I have been listening to this. William Billings was one of Colonial America's first and most prolific composers. His plain, open harmonies appeal to me right now. This performance is slower in tempo than many I have heard, but it suits my mood.
Somehow I missed this. I do apologize. Thank you for the 'bravo.' I hope that in hindsight, you think it was merited. Scott may be the man we wanted to root for after all.
I had to set this aside because I was traveling, and then come back to it. Each time, I felt captured by the narration, enveloped by the description. Beautifully written, yet it packs a wicked punch. Great chapter!
Thank you for this comment. You are most kind. 'Equal' and 'mirrored' were perfect words for what I hoped to convey: an inexhaustible desire for one's beloved.
You're absolutely right. Memory can convert events into emotions far more potent and durable than the act of forgiveness. That can be a pity and a burden.
You are most welcome. Consent is often something taken for granted both in writing and in actuality. Yet it can be incredibly sexy in its own right. Thanks for reading.
How I love it when you post something I have never heard. This is a particularly moving piece. I had an almost Beethovenesque sense for a moment, but the plaintive flute line reminded me of both year and yearning. Thank you for sharing this.
Alex gets full marks in just about every category in this chapter: for restraint, for imagination, for cookery...but most of all, for walking hand in hand with Liam. And you show us how much Liam really wants all of Alek - not just the physical contact, but the whole man he is falling back in love with. Thanks for showing these things to us.
Life is living in your dreams. you make a very powerful claim here, and one could argue it is true. But of course, the spoilsport nerds like me come along and find things that rankle. No matter. This is a very beautiful poem, and I love it for the truth it exposes in me, and for many, I suspect. Thank you for writing and for sharing it with us.
It feels so good to know you found these sixteen bottles of spice to be rewarding. It is amazing what tiny draft of air can bring to the senses. And in some way, I wonder if most of us don't want to hear those last two words. Thank you for your very kind and generous thoughts.