The Awakening

This morning I woke up and there began the dream. The sweetest dream I ever did dream. Something made me turn and look...
Magnets?
Drawn to your profile, you lay beside me, and I remembered
That there was you...
I surrendered to the simple joy of taking you in
Remembering moments past, present
I look towards a future that includes not only me - but you
with me
With hand placed over heart
I thanked the Lord for another day.

This morning I woke up and while I reflected on the Higher Being that had brought you into my life You turned and looked upon me. The light in your eyes I felt before I could see...more magnets pulled and drew me. I gaze upon you and I remember how a smile makes use of your face...
Beloved dimples winking while your eyes reflect the light
which warms me now
As mine eyes meet yours I feel the electric shock of a million points of light and I'm blinded
By the love in your eyes.

Would this be the morning that I wake up to experience a love so pure? You reach for me and I turn away...for to feel your touch and experience what can only be called the
Or-GAZE-mmm
Is just too much - and you know
I feel you smile against the warmest part of my neck.
It's started -
...the goosebumps are at play...They skate, the slide, they prance and dance along my dermis. A chemical reaction which causes me to remember the technical terms of body parts and functions...I laugh to myself; this is hardly the time for a biology lesson
You interpret the laugh as encouragement
Your fingertips have commenced their private wandering over my back...
tracing patterns like a mantra
Known only by you - and me
You mark me - an invisible tattoo
that means 'I'm yours'
Again...so I won't forget.
Could it be that no other hands have touched me in just the right place? With the right amount of tenderness or a different pattern was traced?
I close my eyes...
'Cause if this is a dream - NOT JUST YET don't wake me just yet.

Will I ever get used to waking up and knowing without comprehension, without explanation that as I regain consciousness and fall from sleep that we tumble awake simultaneously
As if lonely, even in sleep, we seek each other out. Travelling together in the other worlds...
Words are unnecessary as I test the theory again, this morning. Hand fisted innocently during sleep my fingers unfold to meet with yours. As your hand takes mine between the sheets - under the covers - our fingertips touch, and join as if to say,
I've found you, again...
Will we ever miss?
Linked by hand we move closer to share the heat accumulated overnight...Bodies connect.
The ritual continues as we share the same breath - the inward taking of precious air - not simply to sustain life
OURS -
express relief, surprise, JOY...

I become fully awake as your lips graze collarbone. I settle deeper into the covers for this is a show I cannot miss. Although I know what happens next, there are no reruns in this reality. Our hearts and eyes communicate
Soto Voce...
Without words you understand what I need and you know what I want; I'm content to wait...Patiently, anxiously I wait as you increase the tempo. Rhythmically, you are working me into frenzy..and what happens next; five minutes or the next three hours, becomes insignificant.
Shhhh....you whisper in my ear; which does nothing to ease the 'please, Baby, please' causing me to buck and weave my fingers with yours as soon as I can untangle them from the sheets...
You send me
Unprepared...I embark on a fantastic voyage
Where the grass us greener than any green I've ever seen. Where the colors in our rainbow mix and blend to create shades never before seen with open eyes. Colors created in the heart.
This is how I experience you, Love.
And again, this morning I ask myself as I turn to you I ask
Is it the falling asleep in anticipation or the awakening that I love best?
(c) Tashe 2001

I wrote that for my husband...there was a time when everything I wrote, I wrote for my husband.
I just asked him if he remembered it...
He did.
That's why he inspires me.