He's just left.
He was weary,
thinking of the long way back,
reluctant to leave,
reluctant to leave me,
the moments we shared,
our connection,
our mutual haven of relaxation and tenderness.
I watched his face
in the car
against the evening sun,
as we were about to part,
marveling at how much I'm still in delirious love
after all those years
how the lines of his face
evoke deep feelings of desire
mixed with a sense of homecoming trust and safety.
I'm walking down the street alone
going home,
warm sunshine on my face,
catching whifs of his smell
now and then
inhaling, remembering, smiling,
a sweet tiredness all over my aura
a blessed contentment all over my heart
and a general feeling of humble gratitude
all over my intellect.
''Thank you, thank you, I love you,''
whispers my mind.
''Its so good to be alive''
purrs my body.
The imprint of his lips
still felt on the skin of my back
where he pressed his mouth
as he was making love to me
with breathtaking tenderness.
Each lovemaking session of ours a masterpiece
because I never know what sweet surprise is coming each time
out of that gorgeous body and mind of his.
And I'm moaning ,
my heart melting
as much as my body is swelling with pleasure.
Later we nap
first entangled into each others embrace,
then loosely touching,
then he is half awake again
and he claims me in his arms anew
and I tell him
''I keep thinking I should tell you stuff when you are finally here
but when you do come my mind goes blank
and all I want is just lie here like this. Do I make sense?''
He nods, yes, I do make sense.
Was it as dreamlike for me as it was for him?
I wonder later, sitting on a bench, watching my kid playing.
''Dreamlike '', he texts me.
God, it 's such a blissfully glorious feeling
to be sharing
the same dreamlike reality
with the one your soul roots for..
