Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Our dreams are our domain...

Every night we recite the same lines, our love never falters. And we fall deep into sleep, hoping to be reunited in our dreams.  Distance may keep our bodies, but our dreams are our domain. I transform the darkness, slowly you come into focus, and we’re dancing. Your body up close to mine, hand in hand, we glide across the glassy floor.  It’s only you and I baby, how we said it would always be. You lean into me, completely at ease as I make our bodies sway.
Bit-by-bit the walls begin to melt; the floor vanishes as we fall into a field of meadow grass. The blades rhythmically flow in clumps of liquid waves. My hands mimic their movements across the crisp air. My body nostalgic, drops down, yours follows. Our figures radiating summer heat, I trace the outlines of your ivory skin, and looking into your eyes, become entranced by their golden glow. My hands move to your face as I draw a map of every delicate detail.  Gradually you reveal your weapon as that smile begins to sweep. Reality is easy to hide, but dreams reveal my weakness as I try to shake the stream of butterflies departing.  Your smile widens with the awareness of your impact. My body is frozen by the touch of your fingers as they delicately make their way from my hand, to my arm, and ending entangled in my hair. You push our lips and close the distance; they lock like an unbreakable seal. There’s no hiding the explosion of butterflies this time. With the earth shattering embrace, the wind dies and an outburst of light streams across the brisk darkening sky. Thunder creeps in the distance, sending shock waves through the grassy cocoon below us.
I close the distance between our bodies to have yours slowly depart, my eyes open to see your face fade away. The feel of your skin vanishing; the taste of your lips linger as my world turns back to darkness. The thunder exchanged for a less-than-welcome buzzer, our meadow replaced with warmed pillows and covers. Reality awakens, and our desired domain rests waiting for our return. A tortured world without your embrace pulls for my presence. Until we meet again my dear, my sweet, my love…

My always…
       I love you...

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