27 Nov

On the first jagged breath of pain, my worries cling to me. By the tenth, I feel them dissolving and escaping into the air around us. By the twentieth, I am his again, emptied yet filled, diffused yet centered.
We are connected by invisible strings that move and flow and stretch any distance. His hand is not a hand, but a loom to craft our delicate web; the paddle is not a paddle, but a quill to separate each silken line until there are thousands of paths between us.
He breathes out; I breathe him in. I breathe out; he breathes me in. We work in synchronicity. Our chests rise and fall in the pattern of waves, a woven testament to the undulating give-and-take between us.
He delivers and I rise up to meet him, matching his strength with the strength of my will. Soon there is no telling where his ends and mine begins.

19 Responses to “Web”

  1. Hermione November 27, 2010 at 12:17 pm #

    Pink, that was amazing!


    • Barely Pink November 27, 2010 at 12:25 pm #

      Thanks, Hermione! I’m inspired by an impending visit.

  2. Kate November 27, 2010 at 12:49 pm #

    Wow, Pink…that is so gorgeous, so beautifully said.

    I hope you have a great visit. 😉

    • Barely Pink November 27, 2010 at 1:16 pm #

      Thanks, Kate. It’s looking like it will be a marvelous night. 🙂

  3. Michael November 27, 2010 at 4:58 pm #

    Amazing, Pink, you put the indescribable into words. You are as talented as you are beautiful, both inside and out. I know tonight will indeed be marvelous.

    • Barely Pink November 28, 2010 at 9:19 am #

      Awww…thank you, Michael! Last night was awesome…if he’d only left that blasted wooden paddle at home. I hate that thing.

  4. Black Matrixx November 28, 2010 at 12:56 am #

    You understand to paint with words.


    • Barely Pink November 28, 2010 at 9:20 am #

      Hi, and welcome BM! I’ve only just discovered your blog and I’m enjoying it! (Thanks for your kind comment, too.)

  5. Season November 28, 2010 at 7:59 am #

    “…until there are thousands of paths between us.”

    • Season November 28, 2010 at 8:06 am #

      (Having a little trouble leaving a comment. Will try again.)

      I love your insightful writing, Pink. With just a few words you elicited the feelings of reconnection. So wonderful!

      • Barely Pink November 28, 2010 at 9:24 am #

        Thanks, Season!

        It seems to me that I can never get it exactly right. It is pure magic. How can one capture that with words? I’ll keep trying though. 🙂

  6. Season November 28, 2010 at 10:00 am #

    I’d say you conjured up the magic in words very well!

  7. Viola November 28, 2010 at 10:08 am #

    I agree, Season!

    That was beautiful, Pink. I feel like all I ever say on here is, “that was lovely” or “that was beautiful” but it’s always true.

  8. Michael November 28, 2010 at 11:07 am #

    Viola, when the words fit nothing wrong with repeating them. I agree with all you say about Pink. And I also agree with what my Season has to say, you do conjure up magic in your words.

    I am surprised to see you come up for air so early, Pink, and it is marvelous but not surprising to hear that you had an awesome time. And concerning the wooden paddle, I bet you are like Season and deep down really like it though you would never admit it out loud. That is just fine because D sees it on your face just like I see it on Season’s.

  9. Ronniesoul November 28, 2010 at 11:29 am #

    Amazing Pink. Your very talented, I love your writing.

    I hope you had a wonderful evening.


  10. Dioneo November 28, 2010 at 11:30 am #

    Lovely, Pink! With words, you are as crafty as a spider.

  11. D November 28, 2010 at 12:11 pm #

    Along came a spider who could, spank Pink with a paddle of wood. When the spider said strip, it made Pink quiver lip, but she did what was told, as she should.

    The command to bend over was barked, her closed eyes did welcome the dark. But the look on her face showed joy in her place, as the paddle began painting marks.

  12. Barely Pink November 28, 2010 at 12:26 pm #

    Thanks to all who have commented. I am made shy by all of your lovely compliments.

    And just to clarify, when I said the “paddle is not a paddle” bit, I was referencing the smaller paddle that I enjoy a little more than the one that was used last night.

    I. Hate. That. Paddle.

    And, D, if you saw any joy on my face, I might wonder at your eyesight. 😛

  13. D November 28, 2010 at 3:18 pm #

    Pink, as you expressed at the end of your post: The line is blurred between where your joy ends and mine begins.

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