Summit

I'll always love you insurmountably in some way.
We grew together and at a time had harnessed something truly beautiful and that shook each of us, and now we have grown apart. It feels as if we climbed on side of a mountain, each detail, leaf, pebble and line in the dirt had us transfixed throughout the climb. Taking in each inch and letting the beauty and excitement of it all fuel us to continue, to hike higher and higher, reaching new feats of awe with each step, every single inch filling us with a delightful, addictive toxin which tugged us upwards by the mind and hand. Upon reaching the summit we knew we had accomplished something truly fantastic, we spoke and laughed and sang with one another, holding you closer than my skin and feeling your pulse shake your chest as you pressed into me. Never before had either of us felt such things. Our eyes would meet and without a word all that needed to be said was exchanged with an energy weaving in between us, intertwining our every cell and enveloping us in a euphoria. And then darkness fell, the light escaped slowly and each individual star granted us a flare of the same feeling that heightened at the summit. Climbing down we were cautious, taking careful steps, afraid that a step on uneven ground could send either one of us falling to where our kingdom rejoined the earth. All the while we reviewed and relived our time atop the mountain, cherishing the surge of emotion and ineffable perfection we had captured. But as we near the bottom, the stars began to retire. The early hours of the morning where both sun and moon are visible slowed us on our path, looking up at the two I could no longer speak on both of us. I knew the gray area between night and day stimulated a different swell inside me than it did in you. As we reached ground level, reconvening with the rest of the world, the moon had nearly retreated. I took your hand as the last step drew near and as the silence consumed us we had once again understood eachother through sensation and surrounding. You placed one foot on the ground and motioned me forwards, as I shifted my weight down to where yours was planted, in the trail appeared a fork. Your lips pressed against mine before either of us took the final step, shifting our fields of vision from eachother to the path that lay before each of us. I took a step and when I turned to see that my beloved had also completed our journey I found myself looking with a yard's worth of distance between my eyes and him. I straightened my head to look infront of me and saw again something new. A feeling settled within me, a strange excitement churned with an unsettling sadness. I was reminded of the first steps up the mountain, how each tiny speck of dust held some sort of wonder. Yet again was I in the midst of something very new to me and yet again did it feel in some way beautiful, but this time in some way demented.