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I DREAMT OF LOVE
He was an Archangel. And in his dreams it was usually an Angel. But this time it was different. She was a human being. Someone soft and warm. And she climbed onto his bed, he was sleeping, and woke him up with a kiss. He looked at her, and smiled. She had a rose, peach, pink. And she touched him with it.
“And so what do you dream?” She asked.
“I dream of love.” He answered.
“And do you find it?” She looked at him quietly, “This love of yours?”
“It’s not that simple.”
“Nothing ever is.” She answered. “I dream of love. I’ve dreamt of love all my life. I’ve always felt there was one being meant for me. Someone beyond what I know…more than true love. Someone holding me, as if I was waiting. It’s the one thing I’ve always wanted, this one of love, someone who holds love like I do.”
“I don’t think I know what true love is. But I dream of love.”
He turned on his side, and curled his wing around them both. They just looked at each other…she just looking. It was quiet, and he touched her, and she stopped him, and just looked at him. Just looked at him, his eyes bluer than blue. Her answer was simple.
“You’re holding me.”
His wing curled further around her. And she leaned in and kissed him. Their lips met, and it was a true kiss. And her hand touched his face, and the kiss deepened. And she told him all he needed to know in that kiss. That she loved him, above all others. That she felt him, in the night, in the morning, as she tried to find her way through a day. That she thought of him in all respects. That she wanted him to love her and her two children Zachary and Isabel, to be with her and her family as she loved. To be a part of her life. And she drew away slowly.
“You’re holding me.”
And he took her into his arms, and made love to her. He made love to her, deeply. He felt her and he loved her. Deeply. And there was not other, for them. They loved. And it wasn’t a dream, when he curled his wing around her. And she now had her own wings, that she had birthed, and a wing pin, a gift from someone beloved. And her own wings, loving and beautiful. And they lay, looking at each other, touching each other. He leaned in, kissing her over and over. Then just stopped, close to her.
“I love.” She smiled. “And the dream?”
“Of love…I love…Love.”
And the kiss never seemed to end.
Michael, Never leave me. Never leave me. Never leave me next to a still lake, to feel deserted and alone. I don’t want my life to be without you. I love you…RebeccaTacosaGray I Dreamt ofLove© Rebecca Tacosa Gray Wednesday, October 29, 2008 7:48 p.m. (For Michael, Always on My Arm.)
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