Joy, in Nature's wide dominion,
Mightiest cause of all is found;
And 'tis joy that moves the pinion
When the wheel of time goes round. - Friedrich Schiller, Hymn to Joy

Intimacy – intimatus, intimus, intus, interior, h₁éntm̥mos – to-make-familiar, to-make-an-impression, the innermost, the inside, what lies within, the heart.

What joy impresses my soul, morrowmemory bells the primrose. I tend, waves, here-and-there to-and-fro, the lighthouse of your spirit sunrises the starrysnow. O, softwelcoming gentle-one, I work for you; my paradise, earth-soul that earths my earth-soul. I unfold.

Familiar / familiaris / familia. Of the household. You thou me, my fairy love. Impish time flowers into intimacy, the rocking-rocking-rocking of dwelling-with-you. Feel my breath rock in you; I impress my heart with you. We begin crackling animas alighting the placetime of our inhabiting, disclosing our soul as we unfold. Worlds upon worlds sway with every footstep, I clockwork the many in dancing slow, a 1 a 2 a. Smooth drips the jamlight cognac of being-here. We mellow.

Caramel, this time-between. With-, breathe-in, with-, hold, with-, breathe-out. With-you. Now. Motion is entelechy (in the kitchen we sugar ontologies). This is the best of all possible worlds. (I met you.) This is the best of all possible futures. (Everyday, I meet you.) I womb our garden in my futuring, intending-attending-meaning-dreaming. I leap into joy, hearthing my everyday patterning in the warmth of our doma. Our souls unfold together like a forest. There is so much life in us. There is so much life to come.

Hold my hand, my Odysseus. I’ll keep you safe. The sea cannot haunt you anymore. I am your Galatea. Keep me close. In every life, our spirits said I love you. We are cosmos, we cosmos. My beloved. Awaking a bluebird, cinnamon salmon buccaneers our backyard, Teddy borping his disapproval while Luna flies ahead. In the pink-hued amber of the morninglight, we waltz our togethering, Sable purring the to-come.

We joy together. Always and forever and far, far longer. Through eternity, I ever-wander with you. My sanctuary.

From Sweetpea to Sunshine.

Love loves to love love. – James Joyce, Ulysses

Image: Autumn Landscape by Gustave Courbet (1885)