Soft Canvas – Her Questioning

Soft Canvas can’t stay away from me as I can’t stay away from her. The Stars dictated our union long before the Earth formed. How can either Soft Canvas or I oppose a decision that eternity has reached? Soft Canvas uses her reasoning powers to produce excuses. They seem rational on the face of it for our not being together. But her excuses find no harbor to park her skeptical vessel.

Soft Canvas toys with being undecided about the type of relationship that she and I should form. She knows that my decision regarding our well-being is solid and secure. When we are absent from one another for a length of time, Soft Canvas feels alone. It is as if she is wandering in a dense forest, overcome by her need to be close to me.

Soft Canvas is waging a losing battle against the resolution of the Stars regarding her and I. I am patient with her. I know her indecisiveness is shallow and has no depth. I will not press Soft Canvas. I will not accuse her of allowing her tentativeness to hinder our romantic glory. I know her hesitancy is hanging by a string. It will fall apart when I place that right kiss onto her lips.

I hold Soft Canvas warmly and securely in my arms. The resolve of the Stars is justified in both our minds. Soft Canvas blinks as if her mind awakens from a willingness to delude herself. I smile because I know that her heart is fully awake. It is gently shaking her, earnestly urging her to wake up. I will not shake Soft Canvas to wake her up. I will also not tell Soft Canvas that she is being difficult. Soft Canvas struggle is not with me but is within herself that she can only resolve to her satisfaction.

Long ago, even before the element of time existed, the nursery of all that is began its work. It forged two shining points within the singularity. It gave them names and bonded their energies together. This created a like-minded destiny. Long ago, darkness exploded with sparkling lights. It revealed an array of hues and colors. The orderly system of evolving entities forged a match in the heavens. Indecisiveness can’t break this bond. Soft Canvas knows all this. None of this is a mystery to her. Soft Canvas knew it the moment she met me.

Soft Canvas opens her mouth to explain, and her words fall on attentive and understanding ears. I can appreciate her not wanting to be hasty. I was once told that patience is a virtue. Think before you act is another good old school quote. But I am not wrestling with convention. I am not evaluating the pros and cons. I just want to get inside of her best wishes and lubricate her hitherto unbeknownst. This seems single-minded and selfish. However, I am sure that Soft Canvas shares my sentiments.

How can our sentiments not be the same? Before there was any such thing as an eon, our converging lights reached their focal point. They fused together as two distinctly different yet interwoven energies. Long before Soft Canvas and I became carbon-based Earth inhabitant entities, we dispelled the seeds of doubt. Our knowledge of one another grew splendidly. Who is Soft Canvas to question utopia and place her desires above the desires of never-never land?

Even as we transition from one base element to another, Soft Canvas and I are holding hands. Even when we reach the ultimate state of being, our bond will not waver. Soft Canvas’s mind flicker and flutter in our current state of being. Nonetheless, she understands the most complex equations of particle physics. The product of those equations invariably leads to her holding and kissing me.