April 24, 2000 Boxes

Someone told me that you gave your soul to those you loved,
but I always just touched the souls of those who loved me,
never really consumed it, never really gave mine away.
And I can't find any extra soul, so who could have given some to me?


Perhaps we make small giftboxes with lovers names on it,
and place one part soul, one part mind, one part sex, one part heart,
and deliver it to some unknown storage shed within our consciousness,
where it sits until the skeleton key unlocks each container.


There's also probably another shed which contains the memories
of those people, such that when a soul-box is keyed,
the memories still remain as part of the experience,
the memories still urge us towards finding those good parts in eachother.


Maybe exploration of the memories unlocks the soul-boxes,
one by one, and their contents don't spill forth,
but you can search through the box whenever you want,
and add parts of it to the one box.


The one box is what you store for the one.
The one is your everything, your trust, your mate.
The one box constantly grows with each day,
beyond the perceived limits of Within.


Every month together adds to this experience,
draws upon the memories of the past,
calling forth their contents so that their
energies might be shared, or their code rewritten.


Even as the first year approaches,
our lives become entwined further,
there are still boxes within us both,
aching to be released, to be resolved.


You cannot give away your entity --
not your soul, your mind, your heart, or even your sex.
But you can share all of them.
You can share them all in the tiny little parts that
your life's travels have created, and through this
revitalization, you can bind the soul to a key,
a key you give to the one box,
a box that opens at the touch of that love.