she dreamed the same dream night after night~We are an orchestra of one, we are a majesty unveiling, we are newly born lovers, christening one another with mouths and hands and seeking tongues. We are everything and nothing~ Night is falling. night is falling. and I am drowning. in your arms. I am safe again. I am safe again. You surface me, and cling to me, night is falling and I am in my place again. above you, beneath you, wherever it pleases you so... oh my love, I am home again. My heart has been reborn again. the night is falling. and so am I . Falling for you ( into you, above you, through you). night is falling. night is falling. and so am i. so am i. always for you. for you.

blustarswendy3

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2002-01-05 - 10:59 a.m.

Dear You ( yes you~)

I have just returned home, from Lake Placid. It is an exquisitely beautiful place. I would have loved to have brought you there.

Last night, I was walking from the main house, to the little Guest house, where I sleep, and the paternal moon was yellow, wearing an arty black cloud beret. Every footstep I took, crunching in the snow. The sound echoed into the cold dark night. Have you ever seen the way snow glitters in the moonlight? The surface twinkles and shimmers, and your breath comes in frosted wonder, every time you breathe in the crisp air.

As I was walking,snow crunching, breath misting, snow glistening, I kept thinking

as beautiful as this is, what does is matter, if you have noone to share it with??

I wanted to burst into the guest house, and find you there, dozing on the sofa, with the tv still on. I would fling open the door and let in all the cold air and moonlight, and pounce on you, to wake you up and drag you *grumbling* outside, and thrust you into the haloed night and my arms around you,pressing myself softly, against your back, so solid~,oh how you were always my oak tree, feeling the curve of your muscles through your thin shirt, me shivering, not from the cold, being so close to you, smelling the ambrosia evergreen cologne on the nape of your neck, rubbing my face against your sandpaper stubble, climbing into your mouth, brushing my lips against yours,a silhouetted kiss in the moonlight, and all the tiny stars ~ sigh~ in wonder, and then, dragging you back inside, and shutting the door, walking you back to the sofa,and pushing you down into the loveseat and without ever lifting my eyes from yours, finding the remote and turning off the tv, whispering in your ear," do you want me to make some hot chocolate". you answering intensely " no, I don't want you to go anywhere" and twisting me around, so suddenly,I am the one trembling on the sofa, and you are the one climbing into me and this time all the stars ~gasp~ in jealousy, and the moon looks away. and the snow glistens in silence and my heart applauds.

but, instead I walked home alone, snow still crunching, echoing into the quiet dark cold night and I came inside to find silence, and went to bed, trying to seal my eyes, tight to the ghost of you.

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