By Sarah Submitted by sarahsehee Date: 2001 Nov 28 Comment on this Work [[2001.11.28.00.32.22017]] |
Dreaming is a lonely event that I wish I could do more of. Of you. And no, not just gentle caresses or honeyed kisses. Not just balmy hands on svelte skin or textures felt by the tongue. I dream of dreaming of you, just the presence of your soul, contained. Sometimes the psyche let loose to float and surround is so much, too much, especially when it cannot be seen or touched. The necessity of something tangible, of something substantial, real... is such an earthly, corporal need. A need I wish I didn't need. Oh, to transcend physical persuasions. How wonderful that would be for the longing soul. The craving heart. And all at once so awful for the body that may never experience bodily rapture. The absolute bliss of touch, of tangible intimacy. The pleasures are just as well as the angst. Must it be one or the other? Must it be the dream or none at all? But just to dream of you. Dream of your existence, your existence in a single space and a single moment. The spirit, the intellect, all enclosed in the body that is you. Dream of you sleeping close to me, as I fall asleep with the knowledge that you are simply a body away, not even that far in mind and soul. God forbid, God forbid, that I never dream again. |