Realistic Dreams

I see the cool beauty in your eyes and I fall into a deep calm, letting your smile brighten my mood and your embrace block out the cold of the world. I allow my fingers to find sanctuary in your flowing tresses as I take in your scent as deeply as I can, hoping, praying that the scent will never leave my nostrils. Only the gods know when our next meeting will be, and this moment cannot be wasted, passing by like the busy minutes in this hectic world. Every touch lingers, only encouraging the already near-intoxication I am feeling. The words you speak are soothing, reassuring, like a symphony to the background of ringing cell phones and diesel trucks that pass by, unaware of our, frozen in time. The kiss you give me tells a story of passion and fire with the taste of ambrosia, the nectar of the gods.

I awake and go about my day, your melodic voice still echoing in my mind.