Things I would like to do with you in my Bed beneath the Ocean.

Via on Jan 24, 2014

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“Love creates the unity of heaven and earth.
Love tears apart heaven and earth.
Is love sympathy.
Is love gentleness.
Is love possessiveness.
Is love sexuality.
Is love friendship.
Who knows?
Maybe the rock knows,
Sitting diligently on earth,
Not flinching from cold snowstorms or baking heat.
O rock,
How much I love you:
You are the only loveable one.
Would you let me grow a little flower of love on you?” ~ Chögyam Trungpa

 

Things I would like to do with you in my Bed beneath the Ocean.

I would like to drink tea with you.

It will be late so you will drink something non-caffeinated. It will be late so I will drink white tea, just a little caffeine, I am tired, we had dinner in a cozy Nepalese restaurant, I have not slept enough in weeks, and I would like to stay up for you.

It will be our first night, together.

Would it be okay if we cuddled, a little, you will say.

It is cold. It is January. We get in bed.

I show you the blankets, one by one, peeling them back off of you. A few are from Hudson Bay. One is heavy and bright red with a black stripe. One is heavy and white with a yellow, red and green stripe. One is light and blue and white, knitted for my mother by an hundred-year-old blind lady.

I tell you about them, one by one, as I fold them back, off of you. I love you…a little, I will say in less than two weeks, and it will become a joke between us.

The snow falls from the skies, settling against the trees and sidewalks and up against wide curving ancient trees in white, light sparkles.

I pronounce my “t’s”—button, mitten, bitten, written.

I would like to watch Sherlock with you, as we drink the tea. Or we could watch an old movie: Cary Grant, or Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire, or Toshiro Mifune, or Groucho Marx, or Paul Newman, or Redford. And Red dog will curl up on my bed and help you get warm and he will sigh and snore softly.

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This would be our life in my mountain valley town, together, if you were not to live as you do now, away against the blue gray cold ocean. On weekends we might drive to hot springs, or bus to the City with our bikes and do High City things.

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The blankets are gone. Before we get cold, I would like to move into you and over you, my hand under your red striped white tank top stretched over your breasts, your peaceful eyes wide beneath me in the dark. Your dark eyes still and empty, the look of openness. The look of love, a look that can not be faked, your hair falling over me in the dark, your arching breasts, your bright stomach, turning, and the feeling between us: we are dancing closely held, moving as if in a waltz, only with less elegance. Less prescribed.

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I bow and ask permission, then pick the mountain’s sage and crush it between my fingers, and smell it with appreciation and put it in my jacket’s left breast pocket. Same with the juniper. I thank the high trees.

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A quiet life, full of parties, and noise, and laughter, and coffee, and conversations in the street, and climbing, and running over the mountain trails with my dog, and vegan nachos and hoppy beer, or farmers’ market lunches on the lawn, and many dark nights lit by community events, or fundraisers, or my working quietly in the attic as I have done for so many years. But when I come down from writing and you come up from your things…I know what comes next: I will kiss your plush lips and your wet tongue and the underside of your top lip and I will lightly bite your ears, breathing hot air into them and you will wriggle and attack me with laughing kisses as I will kiss the underside of your neck and your nipple and then your other and then I will put my hand down upon you, first over your jeans and then later under. I would like to stand and move into you against door frames in the kitchen and in the back dark room and the entrance and you will say people will see but I am protective and they will not. My hands against your back pulling at your clothes, my hands in your thick dark hair and you will say, I like how you touch me, and I know you do, for it is that dance, separately and together: passion.

A dance of passion—words sound so easily cliché but I would like to mean what I say. And so I mean the words that I say to you: it is a dance, and it is a dance that builds a movement of passion, if passion is water, heated by fire. Fire until you are wet and I am overripe and your hands are full with mine.

But sex is a small part of a relationship: and a relationship is a small, but significant part of a life well-lived.

 

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The main thrust of our lives together shall be to walk a rocky path, barefoot, together. I would like the woman who I am to ask to join me on this mountain journey to be a brave, patient, sharp woman. A caring human. I would like you to help me and I would like to be able to help you to be of service. I would not like to commit to a love affair that distracts either of us from helping this poor, endlessly confused, ungrateful, self-righteous, critical and yet speedily shallow world. For in this our world we are all skimming the surface of the life each of us should live, the sadjoy ocean we could swim down into. We are lonely, but many of us, we are not friends with this out loneliness. Not yet. We skim the surface of our precious life instead of swimming down, beneath the movement of the heavy ocean. Below, we would discover our basic goodness, instead of speedily searching for an itch to scratch, instead of clinging to a momentary fragment of external happiness while we push away pain. When reality is right here: your soft, beautiful, decent red raw heart.

And that is what I would like to offer you, if you are brave—I shall be a mirror for you, because I care for you. I would like to let you finally see what has been hidden from your searchingly hungry gaze: your red heart.

And that is what you would like to offer me, and this is why my heart is broken beneath your ocean.

And I can not commit to solidity, but I can commit to swimming, with you, beneath the waves.

Close your eyes.

 

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21 Responses to “Things I would like to do with you in my Bed beneath the Ocean.”

  1. Lisa says:

    You spoke my heart, my language, my soul.

  2. Margaret says:

    I am so curious, who wrote the piece ‘ Things I Would Like to Do with You in Ny Bed’?

    • elephantjournal says:

      Sorry, I'm usually briefly shy about being author of these, they're kinda intimate, so I wait a few days to see the reaction then put under my name, coward that I am. ~ Waylon

  3. Sam says:

    This was the.most beautiful read of.my year,of any. Thank you for writing such gorgeous soulful words.

  4. Diantha says:

    Beautiful reasoning for noncommittal. A mirror. Who is the author?

  5. elephantjournal says:

    Nici H This is so beautiful and amazing. Cried my eyes out. I live in Co with the love of my life and is is basically our story

    Carly S Wow. Beautiful writing.

    Renee H "And I can not commit to solidity, but I can commit to swimming, with you, beneath the waves."

    Keli W Whom is the author please?

    Susan B Stunningly poignant.

    Margaret S I weep, it reminds me of a lover I have had the greatest pleasure of getting to know.

    Margaret S Oh, under a Hudson Bay blanket- anything can happen!

    Lisa T spoke my heart

    Carrie M Wow.

    Yashi L Did you have to give away the last line???

    Cee F Speechless… Love

    Margot K this is truly beautiful, made me cry

    Mandi D Beautiful

    Lisa B A lovely read this morning.

    Makisha AL Beautiful

    Echo G This is so so beautiful, I want this feeling. How lovely.

    Christian A Elegantly brilliant!!

    Elephant Journal Thanks, brother!

  6. andeejo says:

    yay! so glad you put up the next one in this delicious series you seem to have plunged yourself into. especially loved the sherlock reference this time. ah, what a sweet dream you write! ~friendly bows~

  7. Janey says:

    Yea!! Another!! As always, a great read.

  8. Littia J. says:

    Yes, I too liked this piece. It felt authentic, real, how thrilling can be the connection between woman and man, done with care, with mutual respect. I am 67. I am by myself, for many years. It is OK, really. But reading this was be in touch, briefly, with the power, wonder and joy of young love, young passion. So thanks.

  9. Maya says:

    Stunningly beautiful. Thank you.

  10. melissa says:

    dang! you're no coward…in my opinion. this is inspiring.

  11. Jacqueline says:

    Beautiful. Truly a breath catching gift to read.

  12. Tergali says:

    Beautiful ! And so full of love

  13. bogotaeats says:

    My heart is melting….such beautiful, honest words.

  14. Jenna B Wiser says:

    Beautiful. Romantic. Well written. Thanks for sharing!!

  15. Dedria says:

    Simply lovely. The piece painted such a vivid, serene picture with the well crafted words. You certainly have a poet’s soul. Thank you for sharing!

  16. Amy says:

    Beautifully written. Warms the soul. Inspiring.

  17. Victoria says:

    I almost came but then the 'sadjoy ocean' paragraph really got me thinking. Best OKC profile period

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