Always

The sun rises, rearing red and bold above the horizon, streams of light
dribbling in through the slits in the blinds of my bedroom window
as my eyes struggle to open.
It's early, and it's quiet, and no movement can be heard
aside from the beating of my heart and the faint rise and fall of my breath.
I swallow, and close my eyes again, drifting back between dreamland and the waking world
and that's where I find you.

That's where I always find you.

Standing ahead of me, waiting for me,
A naked silhouette reaching to me with open arms as I glide on air towards you
and we meet in an embrace where our bodies meld together
spinning and twisting and turning and floating
as our lips brush each other in a kiss.
You taste sweet like peaches.
Our mouths open and our tongues mingle
and it feels so right, so perfect, so natural,
so real it takes my breath away.

I'm aroused. Not in an obscene way, not in a hard and throbbing and pumping
all out of control way. All senses are alive, awake as we spin
together
and I slide inside you, completing the circle. I slide inside you
and your legs wrap around me, hugging my thighs and binding me to you.
There's no hurry. It's serene, as we continue our slow dance
and the sun rises beneath us and warms our bodies.

I'm moving in you, and you open wider for me. Like waves
breaking on shore
I slide back and forth along your beach,
cascading currents of ebb and flow.
It feels like we could go on forever.

I wish it could.

But the sun raises it's shining face, and it's burning my eyes,
burning my skin,
sweat pouring off me.
I look to you
and your face is turned in passion
and my hips move of their own will
keeping time with yours.
I realize our time is limited.

I hold tight to you.
Pull you close
as I feel you
pulling me
inside you, deeper and deeper,
enveloping me in yourself.
We move as a blur
fighting for finish
as the sun looms large and threatening
and as I feel your release it triggers my own
crescendo.
Everything that is me is you,
united in the wake of a star.

You kiss me once more, tears falling from your eyes, their salt on my lips,
then rise above me
floating away into the sunrise
that I can't look at for fear it might blind me.
My eyes flutter open. It's morning. The very same sun
still hurts my eyes.
But I don't care.
I sit up and raise the blinds and squint,
bathing in the afterglow
as look out at the new day
and I think about you.

Always.