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I was once a perfect cube. six sides, sharp edges, and a whole lot of symmetry. when your geometry is perfect, life just falls into place like legos. or so it seems. but so many self inflicted traumas in my life really started to blunt my corners and round off my sharp clean edges. I told myself, "I still look like a cube. I still fit the mold." yup! you could stack me in with everyone elde and no-one would notice that I was different... unless you really looked close. unless you shone a bright light behind me. then the light of another would leak through at the seams and my flaw would be totally exposed. this never presented a real problem for me since those people I surrounded myself with were dim bulbs at best. I'm sure my children begin to notice the erosion in their otherwise stable parent, but they lacked the sophistication of language or just plain vocabulary to voice their observations.

My spouse... My beautiful, complex, and slightly tortured spouse, began to show the faintest flickerings of awakening. as many of you are already quite aware, this process progresses very rapidly once kindled.

All of a sudden I had a brilliant light at my side. I was so proud. I was in rapture bathing in her light. But it caused two very important things to occur simulteaneously to my unnoticed flaws. Not only were they highlighted like never before, but her sheer luminosity and radiance began to erode even more of my imperfections away so fast that I truly feared I was lost. My form hopelessly melted and deformed. Clearly, I didn't belong next to such a furnace of energy and power. I did the only thing I could. I limped away and tried to put myself back together.

No longer am I content with the cube shape that the rest of the world tries to pound me into. I have healed. I have grown. I have erupted and ignited in my own way. My brilliance could never overshadow hers, but as a source of light myself... as a sturdy anchor in a storm, I can finally see that she was never a cube. she was a star. Brighter than any other object in the universe, but ultimately deadly. unless I too was a star. I examined my soul, my form, my sacred geometry, and I saw my true self emerge from the pale shadow that was. I was NOVA. I was the impossibley luminescent pinprick of light a million miles away. I found equal ground. She knew me as HER star, and I knew her as MINE.

The storm last night seemed to channel my visitor projection. I did not welcome waking up. in fact I dreaded it. half remembered sensations of wet warmth and silky skin slipping over mine. I woke with her taste on my lips and fought to remain in the moment, but it was gone for another day. but her eyes still haunt me in the most sensual way. burning with desire and locked on to mine with a predatory smile twisting her otherwise perfect features. I found beauty in that imperfection. I find beauty in all of her imperfections.

In the dark of the night I find myself being pursued by a most welcome predator. To be fed upon brings the most profound ecstasy I can feel. Like an errant breeze she settles down into my sleeping form and begins the process. should I resist? could I if I wanted to? In the moment, those questions fly away like smoke in the wind. I fall asleep hoping for it. I wake up remembering it. When I'm sick she heals me, and when I am healthy she drains me in the most wonderful way. I have never been a hunter but I love being hunted. To my mysterious nightly visitor I open myself fully to your needs and wants. I am yours now and forever.