Dreams Of You

My dreams of you are great fantasies

Epic operas washed in golden lights

Marble steps, elaborate chandeliers

and dainty feet on shiny granites

Mysterious evenings that fade

into rich promising nights

Anticipation, ardour and excitement.

The air of my dreams of you is perpetually

thick with passion and emotion.

A grand promise of some great

divinity occurring in the undercurrents.

And when you come into sight, the air, it crackles.

And I rush down those steps and rush into you.

Your arms poised to receive as you lift me up.

And passionate kisses follow

oblivious to the eyes around.

I look into your eyes and ask, "Why love me so?"

And your eyes seem to answer simply,

"Because that is what I do."

I rub into your stubble because I like to

And it dawns on me again, that all these years along

You have wordlessly, unconditionally, continually

showered me with your gestures of love

when I had been seeking mere words.

And yet you never stopped,

acts of affection coming forth.

Corazon. You honour me. I love you.