Take a triangle, sit it strong on its base, tall & erect. This is man.
Now spin it, standing graceful on point, open & inviting. This is woman.
Shapes & symbols, arranged on a coffee table, finding those that fit together to create a larger picture. Each one independent, yet more when together, creating intimacy.
Slide them point to point and you have an hourglass, sands pouring one to another, because time is essential.
Time & intimacy move them base to base, forming diamonds, hard enough to cut through any cheap imitation glass.
None of this happens just placing shapes together, arranging them in infinite possibility, hoping they fit. No, then you get a mess, when there is no one to choreograph their dance.
We are more than just shapes on the table.
We sit in the living room, the scent of our bed still fresh in our mussed hair, drinking coffee, hot & black. You were reading, but when I look over the screen of my laptop, I catch you looking at me. The compulsion to kiss you is overwhelming. You can see this in my glance and move to the couch, where we talk about trivial things, and maybe even triangles.
This is a Theme Thursday post.
(Not the love triangles you were expecting, eh? Nah, one is more than enough for me.)