Whenever I see two chairs arrayed like this, it always makes me ponder. Were they put there together, by just one person, who was awaiting the arrival of someone else? That would be a thing to consider - did the other person show up, did they actually use both chairs, or was one enough? What did they discuss in the chairs? Did the discussion lead to the chairs being now empty?
Sit with me, and let us lose ourselves to the world. Let's exercise our visual skills, and completely scan and analyze the horizon and everything above it and below it. Let me take your hand and study it, memorize it, taste it... we have time that is limitless and a schedule that we have vacated for the purposes of replenishing ourselves with each other... waste not a minute of it, but hurry through none of it as well. Sit with me, oh, sit with me...
'Cause if you want love
We'll make it
Swimming a deep sea
Of blankets
Take all your big plans
And break 'em
This is bound to be a while (J. Mayer, Your Body is a Wonderland)
If we should choose to just sit there, and know that the other is there, and share the same oxygen for awhile, maybe digitally exploring or doing some superficial reconnisance... I could be quite entertained by such proceedings, and become a source of entertainment as well. We can talk about anything, endlessly, or nothing for just as long and know that either is acceptable... I want to be anything and everything, but mostly I want to be here, with you...
The smile on your face let's me know that you need me
There's a truth in your eyes saying you'll never leave me
The touch of your hand says you'll catch me wherever I fall
You say it best, when you say nothing at all (R. Keating, When You Say Nothing at All)
And should our present togetherness lead to more pleasant togetherness, well, I should say that I would love that as well, and make sure that whatever our togetherness yields, my every effort and desire would be that it be lovely, and lingering, and lascivious, and luscious... let me ponder all the things that could be perpetrated, and repeatedly so, until we feel that efforts at perfection are no longer necessary... Let us brook the small distance betwixt us, and gaze upon heaven from the comfort of this chair, or your chair, and know that streaking through the constellation can be accomplished right here, right now... but remember, streaking is not accomplished with clothes on...
The possibilities of what two can accomplish, of the promise that the two chairs offer, of the many facets and features of what can be launched from this time and place. The clock can be switched off. There is no agenda, well, except more... I want more, and then some. Dehydration is the only acceptable limit to what we can accomplish. And there are remedies for that. Let us go forth into that realm where two chairs scream of redundancy. Two chairs are necessary as a starting point, for the run up to the inevitable. I love that you would sit beside me, and then find that not close enough...
And then every time that we see two chairs, they will stand as monuments to the love that we made, blessed icons that remind of us of the lovely worship that took place. Yes, some of it was upon the knees, as chairs definitely invite that type of worship. And worship that invoked loud proclamations of praise and gesturing to the heavens... I love that you want to share that message of joy and fulfillment with anyone and everyone within earshot. I promise to do the same.
Thank you chairs, for marking off this spot in the cosmos. Here we started, here we left the oneness behind and harvested two-getherness. You have become more than furniture, far beyond what is a resting place. You have cordoned us off for each other, and announced to the world that this place is ours, we each to the other, for now, for always... when the two of us are gone and the memories are carried along in windswept halls, cleaving to every atom where any decibel landed forth... this place was ours. Each grain of sand can bear witness to the goodness of what was shared. And it was good, very good.
