you and me
There were no words, only an otherworldly pleasure that could not be contained, floating on the purity of perfect love, one never-ending blissfully orgasmic communion with the Universe, with Source, with God and All That Is
I subscribe to the belief that we are all one, and separation is not real at a soul level, but this is difficult to remember with our acute human senses.
I used to love being around narcissists because as an artist I was an interminable observer. We were a good team. They would shine; I would describe what I saw.