The back of my eyelids suffused with the brightest of reds, I was awakened to the formation of a beautiful, bright shining light. Of course, the light preexists the form, but I knew that it could only be the manifestation of a singularity paying a visit.
The look I cast back must have been one of both shock and pure bliss, as the spirit of my todays, my yesterdays, and my tomorrows took upon her unmistakable shape. She was laughing her enchanting laughter, bringing with her even the ubiquitous scent that I encounter at times when putting on a shirt or opening a certain drawer.
She touched my face with all the corporeality of a reality personified, running her fingers upon my lips with such a lightness of remembered touch that I could not but take two between my teeth, into my mouth. I was somewhat shocked that it took me so long to recognize her glorious nakedness, and the heat she radiated, as if from some internal furnace. I was struck by the beauty of she who had owned me long prior to my belief in such a phenomenon, much less the full realization of her suzerainty over me. In the flash of the moment, the fullness of this awareness washed over me, as if having climbed into a hot tub having been making angels on a snow drifted hill.
Catching the slight puzzlement in her eyes, I became aware of the fact that I had overtaken the side of the bed, which I had vowed to always keep warm. Rolling over I made room, still incredulous, but convinced nonetheless. After all, who else other than she in whose presence I had always felt myself engulfed by the palpable invitation and intense desire to dive into those eyes constantly filled with such love would show up at such an hour?
Remaining somewhat confused, I sought her shoulder with the tips of my fingers and ran my hand down to the swerve of her perfect hips, and over her thighs. I then pulled her to me, the material manifestation of the immaterial, and I kissed her, slowly, gently, and at length, restraining the impetuosity of my desire. I heard HER sound echo in my ears, an echo I have heard since the beginning of time.
We continued to kiss one another with both care and the frenzy of passion, as we continued to explore one anothers bodies. Without having to be told I was keenly aware, with an exquisite painfulness, that our greedy caresses, longing, as we did, for them to become part of undulations of the cosmos must go no further. Otherwise, like Orpheus I may lose my Eurydice forever. This I intuited was a cosmic imperative stronger even than our desire to transgress.
Yet, for that time I held BEAUTY herself in my arms. I felt her curves, kissed those that were allowed to me, and understood that the urgency of love had no greater champion than the yearning it held within itself.
As I awoke the next morning I discovered myself in that sacrosanct place I had sworn to keep ready in perpetuity. I reveled in my dream/vision until turning over I found that her scent upon the pillow was stronger than ever. She had been there, once again as attested to by the strength of her wondrous smell and a single strand of golden hair left upon my purple covered pillow. With a glowing smile I floated to the coffee maker lost in my reveries pondering over the question as to which was the more real, fulfilled world: this in which I make coffee lost in my surreally magnificent memories of what seemed so much more than real, or that which in my memories my dreams are so artfully spun? Finally, I suppose, all that matters is that I dream. Delirious as I am that I can “create” dreams that sustain me without crushing my soul.