February 2021 – Kitty Michelle's Universe

When I love, when I care, when someone is in my heart I am curious, I get curious, I am both constantly thirsty and peacefully confident.
I am curious about her, about anything hers, just anything.

Her morning breath, her dreams, her thoughts, anything she does, her pains, sorrows, smiles, boring routine. Before anyone else’s activity my heart is curious about hers, naturally before.
It is not restlessness it is rather thirst, thirst for something whose mere existence is, in whatever way, enough to quench this thirst, and trigger more, more passion, love, nearness, joy. Just the thought of it all suffices, but the thirst exists. I am not lost if I don’t satisfy these needs, but I am better, stronger, and feel happier, with pursuing them. They do add, they do add to my life, and spirit.

Together with this there is also the desire to have her feel it. To have her feel that I am curious of anything hers and have her feel she comes first. To have her know it. The fact that she knows it already is not a good reason for not proving it, for not showing it. Not a sufficient reason to not celebrate it, and celebrate her every little thing, valuing each of them and letting her know it. There is no need of big things, sometimes no need to say a thing, still, it is important to let her feel it and from my side to proof it to her, as unnecessary as it is. And I know it is an unnecessary necessity for her too, I’d go further, I’d go as far to say that it is so for everyone. in a relationship. In my world, it is so, in my too extreme mind, it is so and it has to be so. Who is in my heart does not need to say a thing, every one who is truly loved deserve to feel it, to feel that way. Every loving heart deserves it, and no loving one should need to ask for it, it makes me feel I would have failed, if I realise I dont deliver that. The way I am is this, it’s like that, for those like me, I couldn’t do without having this push, this curiosity, it would mean she’s not the one I have in my heart, because having love for someone means having that, doing that.

I’m just like that.
More than that, as crazy as I am, I think it is the same for everyone (in a special personal way), then, I’m just crazier than others, and that makes me say it out loud (needing to, maybe), and writing it down.

In Italy there is a saying: “Un colpo al cerchio ed uno alla botte”.

It dates back to medieval times, the time in which master craftsmen were used to assemble piece by piece the wooden barrels. To do that they had to use iron rings, inserting them around the structure and then gently hammering first the iron ring (cerchio) and then the wooden barrel (botte) in order to achieve the perfection they needed.

Repeating this procedure over and over, they ended up with something perfectly balancing, strong, and sealed.
So: one stroke to the ring, one stroke to the barrel.

Over the course of time (centuries) this saying started getting used for something more general. Now it has become a proverb. It is now used when someone wants to underline a behaviour of people when they do something, and then, to correct it, or to balance the effect of it, they do something else, on the other edge, either to balance, or not to apparently displease, or to please both parts. It is now common to use this way of saying to underline those cases in which someone does something and then for the fear of having creating an unbalance, or displease, they do something else, to “make happy” even the other arm of the scale.
It is mostly used in an ironic way, yet, it hides a deep meaning. It is a sweet way of saying, very true, and very often pinpointing perfectly a situation.

Fact is that most of the times these little taps to “adjust” are unnecessary, and instead of adjusting they rather underline having created an unbalance that’s just “silly”, and was not to be created, overall.

These last days, before entering the realm of dreams she sat on her own bed, assuming the lotus position and playing her own little “imagination game”. After the shower, after preparing her own body for the night sleep, after having herself smooth, scenting fresh, after all the sounds of the day dims into nothingness, she gets to the center of her own double bed, and in the quiet darkness she does it.
The hands move from her own thighs to her face. There, she caress and cups her beautiful face. In doing that she looks up, at her, the ghost of her, standing still and looking forward. One inhale, and she feels her, she gets in her, she melts with her. Her body moves, slowly, rhythmically till their breaths are synchronised.
Then she bends, slowly, ever so little. Till her head rests, on the tummy of her summoned love.
The tummy moves with her, the breasts caress the top her head.
She then kisses her navel, the face now perfectly aligned to the body of the summoned blond beautiful figure.
Moments, seconds, one minute, enough to send her “Love”, the sacred one she holds for her.
A little whisper, their hands join, the kiss.
She bends her head and kisses the forehead, my forehead.
I turn my head up, she moves to my lips, the softest of the kiss seal this moment.
Her hands slide, their fingers departs, the summoning ends.
She is ready now.
if the sleep Gods will be good they’ll meet in her dreams.

Love
Kitty

Month: February 2021

Those like me

Old Saying

The Imagination Game