Until That Day Comes

We sit together, hands embraced with our bodies tanlged together and intertwined like an indiscernable vine of flesh, with no clear definition as to where I end and you begin.  I absord the Warmth of your body, the feel of your skin against mine.  I breathe in deep the intoxicating fragrance of you.  I lean in and whisper of how much I love you, but find myself unable to find the words which could even compare to the untold levels upon which my mind and body crave all of you so badly.  Instead I resolve to explain how lucky I am to have you in my arms, in my life, once more.  How happy I am to spend the rest of eternity here with you.  And then I open my eyes...

The vision leaves me and I sit alone again, mind and heart assailed with sadness and longing to be with you again.  The need for all the waiting to end, the time to pass mercifully by so I can finally end this constant torment.  But I do not resent this pain.  I invite it, relish in it, content int he unbelievable impossibleness that I could even miss someone this painfully.  That there is someone out there so parfect in every way, the living epitome of all my dreams and fantasies, that I could fall face first so far into love in this way, to this degree.

I know what is to come, the inevitible embrace, the eternal bliss and the life of pure unfathomable love and happiness which no two others before us have ever been able to come close to.  It may be only the matter of a short span of time but it feels like an eternity.  How can it be otherwise when once you have finally found everything it is that you have ever wanted or needed, you must reluctantly separate yourself from her and wait until the moment you can finally be together once more, and this time, forever.

I close my eyes once yet again and am instantly reunited with you once more. 

You must live int he infinite darkness that exists when I close my eyes.  At least in this place, if only for a small fleeting moment, we are always together.