Valediction: Living By The Rules of The Primal

There are mornings I dive deep beneath my consciousness and hammer until solid at the things I will say when I catch you unguarded and surrendering without choice to my presence (as I surrendered to you). Hypothetically, this moment is ours. But, if I will simply approach you from behind (as you did to me), with my hands on your shoulders (as yours were on mine), and lean in to allow the light to reflect from my eyes. Cheek bones in slow contact, brushing you with terror (as yours brushed mine ["So close, but how?"]). Valediction. I have nothing to say, I only have to remind you that you were never up to me.