The Letter

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Master-

Before I begin this letter, I wish to try to convey something to you. It is not easy to put into words so please, bear with me.

I know that these words shall be read by you and not heard as I would wish it to be and as I would so desire to be kneeling before you when they fell from my lips but it is an impossibility, one that I pray shall someday be remedied so as you read this, I would ask that you place an image in your mind's eye, one of me, kneeling naked before you (as my soul is now kneeling, and my heart naked to you) and that you see me, my eyes gazing so intently into your own, and hear my voice as I speak to you.

There once was a place inside of me Master, it was so very empty, enclosed by walls of cold stone and it was hollow - a place of darkness but when one looked closely in the center of this place was a tiny seed longing to grow and break free of those boundaries in which it was kept imprisoned.

I knew of this small seed, and refused to let it blossom, fearing the thorns I knew it would bear, yet wishing so much to understand it's purpose.

The day came when I removed a single stone from one of those walls and came to you, seeking understanding, longing to know why it was there and when you spoke, the seed felt the glorious warmth of the sun shining for the first time and with each day, the stones came down one by one, and the light within intensified, urging the seed to spring forth from the darkness and grow, and so it did, slowly stretching toward the source of light and I looked upon it's beauty. I smiled until I noticed the first thorn and knew then that I was frightened of it, afraid of it's sting.

I told you of my fear, and I heard your voice smile at me as you began to explain the joy that could be found if my flesh tasted of the exquisite pain it could bring to me if delivered from your hand and it was that day that I first spoke your true name -- "Master"

I continued to watch in fascination as it's vines stretched, entwining within my heart, my spirit, but could not understand why it's bud would not bloom, for I knew that this fragile flower would far surpass any beauty I had known.

It was yesterday, as I lie in my bed, feeling our souls entwined across the cruel miles that separate our bodies yet knowing you were there with me, touching me so deeply inside that I was overcome with feeling I had never known. My cries so impassioned, as my hand, your hand, your body, your words brought me to a place I have never been. It was at that moment that the first tear fell from my eyes and I watched it as it dropped, spiraling down, and it was joined by another and yet another, until sweet rain poured into that place in me, showering the vines with it's love.

As I lay there, rain falling, I listened to your voice as you spoke to me, your words so gentle and as the last tear spilled forth down my cheek, I smiled as it splashed upon the unopened bud with such passion that it's green leaves parted and one by one each petal unfurled, revealing a flower of such exquisite beauty, it's blossom lightly dusted in the soft dew of my tears and realized at that moment that you, Master, are the sun and the rain. You are what nourishes my soul.

I have told you many times that I would give myself to you completely, without reservation, that I wished to be yours, longed to belong to you.

I sit here now, feeling that sweet rain once again touch my cheek and I ask you Master to please take this gift, this rose, it's crimson color as deep as my devotion, it's petals as soft and yielding as my body, it's thorns edged with passion, and its fragrance as sweet as my love for you.

Please, Master, take this rose and allow it to bask in the sunlight that shines so brightly from your heart and bathe it in the soft rain that only you can bring, as I now give myself to you if you would have me, for in my soul Master, I am yours.

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