In My Dreams

I have a lover. In my dreams he is completely and madly in love with me. In glistening, wispy silver clouds of vague imagination he kisses me from the top of my head to the very tips of my toes, soft lips sticking and catching slightly on my polished skin and his tongue sends sharp jolts of fizzing electricity to the deepest pits of my stomach.

In my dreams he loves me. He pulls me close so I do not have to worry and he swallows my pain and sorrow for me so I never have to. He lifts me as if I wear a white feather gown and takes me to places of a romantic’s dream. Picnics with strawberries and thick dark, sticky chocolate, midnight beds under starlit skies and adoration beyond any other.

My dreams feel so real that I gasp quickly, the physical and uncontrollable way my body reacts to what I see behind closed eyes shocks me and saddens me when I realise I am only on a train a thousand miles away from any lover or any touch. 

In my dreams he misses me terribly. He cannot live without me by his side and he tells me so, frequently. He yearns for me and plans for my return, gifts and words to embellish me with, so that I never leave him again.

The look he gives me, with twinkling eyes and complete attention takes my breath away. He wants to hold onto every word that spills from my mouth because nothing is more important in the world than being with me and knowing me and loving me until there is no possible way to love me anymore than that unless he will explode!

Though, this boy in my dreams can give me anything sometimes he will simply take my hands in his and lie with me, happy to have nothing in the world but my company and no words need to be uttered, nothing needs to be done, to explain the love he has for me and I for him, the gift and passion we share.

…In my dreams, I have a lover.