come to me sweetly

I have no idea who I am talking to, or who this is about, except that there's an ambiguous listener some where.

I have been told that in the beginning was the beholden, which is to say that nothing exists until it is observed, felt, heard, touched by another, but I behold nothing.

I have no memory of sweet smelling skin, or long hair. I have no recollection of the shadows across the wall as she came from the bathroom and down the hall to snuggle against me.