I've been thinking.

Dangerous I know.

I've built up this idea of the sacred lover as being someone external to me--perhaps my own shadow self--the animus to my anima. A lack after which I long. Desire.

To some extent I embody this idea in myself. I look for a reflection of myself in others when I look for the sacred lover in the eyes of men. The problem is that one can never really *see* the sacred lover. The sacred lover exists in the tactile world. As the song goes, "it's in his kiss."

I'm sure that everyone has the capacity to be a sacred lover to some one at some time in their lives. The role requires a physical/emotional/spiritual maturity. It's not the cocky-I-need-to-prove-myself-by-making-you-come or worse cocky-I-need-to-prove-myself-by-you-making-me-come. I don't think everyone embraces the aspect of lover. We're all too repressed still. I don't mean that I want a return to the abuses of the 60's/70's free love which pretty much just equalled more exploitation of women than ever before...but something which arises out of a true love for sharing the self with the other. exploratory. experimental. someone who understands their connectedness to others/world/universe and the sacredness of self/other.