'confessions 4 - you'

just for 'you' Sometimes I dream of you, when I'm sleeping or driving, listening to the music we shared, when we talked and held each other, I am taken back to that place, laying beside you, just being close and comfortable, or sitting watching the moon over the water, not needing to speak. Sometimes I am lost again, in that place we went to together, that not of this world feeling, especially listening to the songs, that touched us both, and spoke the words of our hearts, allowing us to feel free and unbroken. Sometimes I almost feel empty, knowing you are gone from me, knowing I am not a part of you, never able to fill your void, or give you the peace you lost, the warmth to fill your heart and mend your soul, never able to be what you seek. Sometimes I hurt inside, where I thought I was cold and hard, amongst the open wounds, where you laid your hand and opened a door, that I can't seem to close, where you left a piece of yourself curled up in my arms, where I go looking for you. Sometimes I am intense with desire, lost in this memory of you and I, entwined in each other, existing separately, yet inexplicably connected, your soft sweet kiss on my lips, your tongue caressing my skin, your strength and heat overpowering me, the rhythm of our bodies speaking, unspoken words of love and need. Sometimes . . . . the dream feels real.sigh Written January 12th, 2002 © on Jan 11 2002 03:50 PM PST    18 • 0 • 8