I opened my eyes and your face was close by. You looked long at me and your lightning eyes said a thousand pretty things before amativeness took hold. I felt like a child as you closed in on me, closer and closer until that blue lightning was inside of me and your lips were fastened to mine. Our mouths kept closed - this kiss was of the sweet variety, but was somehow also profane and full of fire. I could smell your breath and your skin and thought how lucky I was to know those two scents together at once. You pulled away smiling secret things and your hair brushed my cheek and you were leaving and my heart was a box of frogs and my stomach was standing on a stepladder. There were tears behind my cheeks making their way North, but no tears fell before you were gone. Your face disappeared like the lights of a Mack truck in the rearview on a dark, lonely freeway after 12 hours towards home and with 12 more to go.
It was simply a kiss, I suppose, no more than 10 seconds all told. As soon as the last light of you was swallowed up by the darkness, I woke with a audible start and woke Kathryn, too. I said aloud, "Is someone here?," and she answered no and I was sad but also happy because I knew that you had been with me only moments before. I wondered if you were dreaming, too.
I've never had a dream so real. Never ever ever. I am in a quiet shack with open windows somewhere behind California trees and you are miles away in the quick city and I can kiss you if I want. That's how much I love you.
Feelin damn romantic today, obviously, and of course,
Yours Completely.
