By Snow leopard99@hotmail.com Date: 15 August 1998
"You'll see." I say smiling at you. You smile back and squeeze my hand. We walk on. I then notice the wind blowing, and on it flies a sweet scent. We walk on, hand in hand.
I then hear you take a deep breath. Infront of us is a clearing of soft, green grass. In the middle of it sits a smooth white stone. You start walk into the clearing, but I pull you back.
"What are you doing?" You ask, your face etched in confusion. I just smile and bend down. Then untie one of your shoe laces. I smile up at you and sit back onto the dirt trail. You look down at me in mock anger, playing out this little joke for the millionth time. You sigh and bend down to tie your shoes.
"Don't do that."
"And why not?" you ask.
I start untying my shoes and pull them off.
"Ohhhh.....Ok." You start taking off your shoes to. I stand up, barefooted, and offer my hand to you. You grasp it. I pull you to your feet, then brush my lips against the back of your hand. You giggle. I look at you and smile, and pull you into the clearing.
The grass is still wet from the morning dew. It's cold on our bare feet. Your eyes drift around. Surrounding us on all sides are honeysuckles. Sweet and beautiful, millions of them. They form a wall, a curtain around the whole clearing. You still look around in wonder as I sit you on the rock. I stand infront of you. I bend down and gently kiss you. I stand back up. Your eyes look into mine. I turn around and walk towards the honey suckles. I can feel your eyes on me. I feel the confusion in your stare. I inhale deeply, I can smell the honeysuckles. I can taste their fragrance. I pluck one honey suckle from the wall. One lone flower. I turn back towards you. You smile. I'm standing infront of you again, looking down at you. Eye to eye. I slowly get on my knees, never taking my eyes away from you. I cup your hands together, and kiss your palms. You smile down at me, your eyes sparkle. I then place that one honeysuckle in your outstreatched hands. Your eyes examine the perfect blossom you now hold in your hands.
"It's beautiful," you say.
For an answer I kiss you. My lips touch yours. My hands stroke your hair. And as our kiss ends, I stand back. I let my hands trace your face. Every line, every bump. I slowly circle abound you. My feet making a trail in the dew. I stand behind you. I pull your hair back and let it cascade down your back. My hands fall to your shoulders. I slowly start to massage. My hands work over your muscles. I then sit down behind you. You lean back against me. Your back against my chest. I wrap my arms around you. Letting my arms rest beneath your neck. You put one hand on my arms. I gently squeeze you. My eyes look around at this beautiful place. I inhale deeply and smell the mix of sweet honeysuckles and your heavenly aroma fills my senses.
"It's all so beautiful," you say.
"Yes, it is."
"I've never seen anything as beautiful as this before." Your voice fills my ears.
I unwrap one arm from you and reach into my pocket and I pull out a mirror. I hold it infront of you and softly wisper in your ear, "I have."
You take my hand and kiss it.
"This is so beautiful, it's almost like a dream." you say.
"It is," I say, " and I don't want it to end."
"Your dreams are so beautiful, beauty such as this never ends. You'll always have this dream." I hear your voice echo in my head.
I hug you tightly, trying vainly to hold you forever. Never letting you go.
The alarm rings, and the dream vanishes. You awaken, wrapped tightly in your blankets. You can still feel the cold dew on your feet, and you can still smell the honeysuckles heavy in the air. You brush back your hair and turn off the alarm. Your other hand opens, in it is the one honeysuckle I picked just for you.