Memory

Him....he.......

He remembers me

Power is in his name that rolls from my mouth like a known language

The memories flow around my head like angels carrying blessings

I treated his name like a secret untold by others

Only kept by me

The shaken feeling from the pit of my stomach disappears

The tremble taken to my hands and feet fade

Such a way he moves to me glides like air caressing my face

His body warm as the sun

Heats the inner core of me

The rest of his impression on me is history

Pages I gladly turn back to get a second read

To continue such a memory is sinful

The devil could not have plan such a sweet encounter

This one of passion and remarkable strength

His way of speech is musical like in my ears

A symphony of violins cry tunes of tears to hear him speak

To this one of such courage gesture claims as undefined

I pour my love to the side as he fills the center

Combine it makes a grand burst of fireworks and numbing sensations

To the body has lifted off the plains to notion of my valleys

To the back of dips and curves

Him.....he......

This is my fantasy of him as he arrives

Yes this is my fantasy slash reality

Sincerely Yours,

Dreamer