She loves me. She loves me! SHE LOVES ME!
If you’ve been reading through the lines at all for past few months you may have picked up on my falling in love with Tavi. I haven’t said it outright or written till this point because love is fucking scary and dangerous.
I’m a hugely sappy romantic, but I’m also entirely embarrassed about that fact, So I really wanted to tell Tavi that I loved her before we celebrated Valentine’s Day. But I chickened out.
Instead I made her a card for Valentines using the poem Your Laughter by Pablo Neruda
Take bread away from me, if you wish,
take air away, but
do not take from me your laughter.Do not take away the rose,
the lance flower that you pluck,
the water that suddenly
bursts forth in joy,
the sudden wave
of silver born in you.My struggle is harsh and I come back
with eyes tired
at times from having seen
the unchanging earth,
but when your laughter enters
it rises to the sky seeking me
and it opens for me all
the doors of life.My love, in the darkest
hour your laughter
opens, and if suddenly
you see my blood staining
the stones of the street,
laugh, because your laughter
will be for my hands
like a fresh sword.Next to the sea in the autumn,
your laughter must raise
its foamy cascade,
and in the spring, love,
I want your laughter like
the flower I was waiting for,
the blue flower, the rose
of my echoing country.Laugh at the night,
at the day, at the moon,
laugh at the twisted
streets of the island,
laugh at this clumsy
boy who loves you,
but when I open
my eyes and close them,
when my steps go,
when my steps return,
deny me bread, air,
light, spring,
but never your laughter
for I would die.
Last night, for our date I gave her the card I made, along with a bouquet of flowers and wooden spoons I stained and varnished so she would have some that were “bedroom use only.”
Our plan was to go to a swanky chocolate bar called Dilletante, so we were both dressed quite nicely, but we wanted dinner first so we ended up at this Dive-ish sports bar in Cap hill, that has excellent pizza. During dinner She asked me about the card, and whether I had been intentional with the poem or –“I love you Ma’am,” I blurted out. She said she loves me too, and we talked about how long we had felt this way, and not said it. So we sat there overdressed and dewy-eyed and held hands in a dive bar for Valentine’s, and of course we had to laugh about how ridiculously sappy we were.
After dinner we decided to skip desert, being stuffed and short on time, and drove back to her place. We discussed getting me a training collar to wear 24/7. For which I’m very excited.
We had a small amount of time for some play and make-outs. I’ve got some serious chomp marks, and had a lot of fun with some hot wax. Before sending me home to bed Tavi told me I could orgasm as much as I wanted that night, which was awesome. Even though I didn’t get a ton of sleep I’ve been walking on sunshine all day.
What a delightful telling of the story, and what a wonderful story to tell. Thank you for sharing it.
Well, Thank you. I’m very blessed to have such a story to share.
Aww it is so sweet – is that you guys in the gif? Great gif too…love gifs
Ha, thanks. No that’s not us in the gif, but I felt like it matched us pretty well. (Her: Playful and seductive Me: Derped out bliss.)
Derped out? Never heard that rather lovely word before…I understand what it means even without knowing…..
Tavi always calls my looks of adoration my “derp-face”
Aww – you guys are just too sweet! I love you both….derped out, my goodness me! 🙂
That’s beautiful. Well done with the choice if poem, as well. Neruda does such things with words. Congratulations on a great night for a great couple.
Thank you, I really need to thank Ferns for bringing Neruda to my attention, I love that so much of his work can be interpreted as submissive ( and Tavi laughed that I essentially made a card about breath play.)
mmm, breath play…
*ahem* sorry. Yes, quite a few of his poems have a very submissive bent. There’s one that begins “I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair” and goes on to compare her hands to a savage harvest. Can’t seem to find it exactly in my book at the moment, but it’s one of my favorite poems just for that line.
You’re most welcome Peroxide!
@gingernic: It’s Sonnet XI, one of my favourites!
Ferns
Thank you Ferns, I owe you one!
That’s wonderful. The two of you seem to have made a really great connection. Plus, makeouts and chomping are a lot of fun. And wax is on my to-do list.
Yeah I’m pretty much ecstatic right now. Also wax is totally fun and doesn’t hurt very much at all, so it is nice and low key but delightful.
This is such a delightful post, Peroxide! I’m so happy for you both. 🙂
Thanks, I’m a very lucky boy.
Cheers to you and Tavi! Love the poem.
Thank you, It’s a marvelous poem isn’t it?
Such a sweet, happy-making story. I couldn’t stop smiling when I read it *happy sigh*.
Thank you for sharing it.
Ferns
I know right? It’s pretty much ridiculous how sweet and gooey we are. I’m glad the sentimentality is proving infectious otherwise I’m sure we would be one of those annoyingly affectionate couples.
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