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Making Love In The Dark

Learning to Love Yourself, Life LessonsChloë Rain

The closest I get to making love, these days, is the last class of the day in the yoga studio. Laying there in the dark room, candles lit on the altar, I'm on my back, savasana, warm and sweaty, body limber, legs open, heart open.

Wanting to be entered by some great force, taken over, mutually worshipped.

Then someone opens a book of poetry. Rumi.

"There is some kiss we want with our whole lives, the touch of the Spirit on the body." 

I go into fantasy and linger there a while, I long to be made love to, this woman that I am, this woman that I have become, I want to be made love to with all my being, seen, touched, at this age, at this moment, the whole me, with complete trust, hung in guiltlessness, held in passion.

Its funny the things we remember and the things we don't.

You remember how a person makes you feel, how you stopped thinking about yourself in the moments of being together because you didn't have to hide anything or be anything other than who you are and how you are.  

There are few people who have made me forget myself this way.

Staying up late telling stories, making love in the dark. 

Less like love making love and more like gathering broken parts of ourselves and applying pressure and healing salve to the broken parts by coming together. 

Press hand here, release pressure, palm, cup, grasp, scratch, thrust, add more weight, more saliva, more salve, things begin to feel better.

I remember once a lover said to me, "Come home now." 

I was across the country visiting friends. The distance made us realize we wanted each other. Close we needed to be together, physically, touching, not just talking, but being together, without space between us. That distance made the intensity of each other's presence necessary.

I never wanted to go home more in my life.

I remember one morning in the park after we'd gone to get coffee, sitting there in the sunshine, and he was smoking a cigarette, a habit he hid from everyone but me.

I was so relaxed.

I was so myself.

Funny how sometimes you only know yourself by making love to someone else, like coming home to a familiar place, but only one that they could lead you to.

Those few who have made come.

Those few who have made me want to come home,

To them.

And the few who were home,

when I arrived.  

We made love in the dark, so that we could see ourselves.

 

There is some kiss we want
with our whole lives,
the touch of Spirit on the body.

Seawater begs the pearl
to break its shell.

And the lily, how passionately
it needs some wild Darling!

At night, I open the window
and ask the moon to come
and press its face into mine.
Breathe into me.

Close the language-door,
and open the love-window.

The moon won't use the door,

only the window. 

— RUMI

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