Dreams
In my dreams she's always right beside me, always touching me, holding my hand. In my dreams, she's tossing her hair in the sunlight with an impossibly wide smile on her face. Her eyes are full of passion, full of love, and full of us. She makes love to me with her whole body and her whole soul. She lets me take her body and soul because she knows I'm careful with precious things. She breathes hot on my face and neck, and I hold her waist, her arms, her thighs, her neck, her back, her ... you get the idea. In my dreams, she's always been mine. Our children light up our days and fill our nights with words and laughter and song. In my dreams, she has our pictures on the wall, and our house echoes with the memories we've lived. I ache for her. Maybe she was afraid of a man loving her like this. Maybe she didn't know what to do with it. But love is a verb, and it desires, it moves, it creates, it transcends. In my dreams, my love transcends everything a...