No way to put into words this experience. Just do it!

**Highly Recommended**

Thabks Marco for the journey. ❤️

The sun seems fascinated to get closer to this paradise landscape, and keeps dropping half inch by half inch in the west. Tenderly he flies to his lover, the Ocean, who twists in delight with his imminent arrival. “Patience, my love,” the Sun whispers in long golden rays. “Soon I am yours.”

I think long ago, Perry’s heart made unwelcome room for sadness, and then believing that it could handle no more, slammed itself shut, preventing joy’s free roam. What’s the point of joy, if only followed by sorrow? Perry knows how to have fun; I’ve seen him with his friends. But I wonder how deep he lets joy flow, if he surrenders to the undertow.

“Forgive me, Perry.”
I wonder sometimes why we don’t have more words to express forgiveness. The words we use are so trite, so limited. How do you describe that first melting of a friend’s face after a vicious fight, the moment when you suddenly know that eventually, you will survive this. I have experienced the forgiveness of prison guards who let their anger melt into curiosity. The body expresses forgiveness before the brain agrees. Where are the words for those shifts that later evolve into full forgiveness?

We lie still, quivering in silence, staring at the black ocean and the San Francisco skyline. He collapses further, sinks deeper. You cannot deny a moment like this, so we remain in perfect, pulsating silence, both of us aware of the incredible sensations happening to both of us.
I kiss him on the neck and say, “All men are kings.”
Perry surrenders; a wisp of sound emerges from his mouth, a firefly-sized gasp.