my careless contagion

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...

I tried and I failed to walk away. There is something stitched into us stronger than anything I know, and it keeps pulling me back to her. Even though she is silent, and even though I have not a clue what thoughts pass through her mind, she is the vista at the end of the hike. She's the moon when I wonder if the sun will ever return. She's the coolness of the night when I've been burned by the sun. She's ice on a wound, calmness in a storm, a shadow to shield Me from the heat.  She's my only and my everything.    In my life, I've met many wonderful women, but she is the one I want. She is a lonely star in the sky when I gaze into the heavens. Other men see millions and billions of them, but she's the only one for me. I offer her neither riches nor status. I offer her a broken man who has had his heart broken too many times, but they say a broken heart loves bigger than one that has never seen pain. It knows what is at stake, and it loves anyway. M...