Morning Becomes Electric

[mrkilborn]

Yesterday. Where to begin? I could mention the CBS special that I was a part of ("50 Years From Television City"), but that wasn't the story of Yesterday.

I could tell you about the afternoon, when debra_messing came over and we hung out spending some good quality time together. Now, we're getting somewhere.

But even THAT wasn't the true story of Yesterday... and this morning.

Modesty may never allow me to tell this story. decorum also stands in the way. Despite what anyone tells you, I consider myself to be a gentleman first.

A night without sleep and yet I'm not tired.
Not one sip of coffee and yet I am wired.

Briefly, Debra hijacked me to NYC. She is going to do publicity for "Hollywood Ending" and do some other things, like a benefit on Sunday Afternoon, so she had to leave, and didn't want to leave me. This was her solution! So, as a return of the favor, I put her up in my small but comfortable apartment, which I kept from my days on "The Daily Show."

There are certain levels one crosses when in a relationship. A stranger. An acquaintence. A co-worker. A colleague. A friend. A trusted friend. A best friend. An intimate. A lover. When you cross those levels, it changes your feelings about that other person. It changes your perception about who you are to this other member of your relationship. Don't think it doesn't.

You give a bit of yourself to the other person. You open yourself up, become vunerable to that other because you trust. You enter into an agreement that allows that person to touch you in ways most people cannot, nor would not.

Touching can be done without a single bit of physicality. The weight of eyes, the curl of a smile, the nod of a head, the crook of a finger. One single word.

Combine it with the actual contact of two bodies, the gentle pas de deux that only occurs between two people at their most open. It is exquisite in the way that a symphony can move your soul, the instruments in perfect concert with each other, filling the stage with the sweetest sounds imaginable.

Giving IS receiving. It is a way of demonstrating that you care enough about that other person to put their needs first. And there is nothing more pleasurable than that.

The body is a sexual organ, every cell, every nerve, the breath of lungs on hot skin, the gentle wisp of hair across sinews, fingertips massaging, probing and finding. These are all methods of communication, of speaking without words.

Finally, the eyes, the smile, the touch of the soul. To connect with a person is a remarkable thing. It's a feeling of gossamer, floating through space, tethered to this one other amazing person and you don't know how you got there or where the rest of the world has gone. It's magnetic. You can't get away from that person (not that you wanted to!) and you are drawn ever more deeply towards... ecstasy.

As Dr. Ruth said, "Your biggest sex organ is between your ears."

Right now, I'm fixing omlettes for two, the blood red orange juice is chilling, and someone will wake up to a pleasant Sunday Brunch.

Life is good.

Comments

[portia-de-rossi.livejournal.com]

Darling, who knew you could be so poetic? :)

[debra-messing.livejournal.com]

I put her up in my small but comfortable apartment, which I kept from my days on "The Daily Show."

I really almost said something about "putting up"...but I didn't.

Silly discretion.

I can't comment on the other things...not publicly anyway...

I miss you already.