Wet Dreams

The first thing I see is the sky filled with green leaves.

“Crystal”

A voice so gentle and yet strong with intent.

I would recognize that voice among with a million others.

That voice is the soft thunder of a lions roar.

“Crystal”

That’s my secret name.

The one you gave to me.

I turn to see my love.

My other part.

The rest of me present in the corner of your smile. “Where were you? I’ve been waiting for years”

He asks still smiling with his eyes rested and full of peace. “I was awake, you weren’t there”

Even in this dream the birds still look at me with confusion.

This forest is from my memory.

We would come here and express our love without any restraints or fear of judgment.

I’d lay among the leaves listening to the sound of each your kisses on different parts of my body.

The silly giggles.

I wonder if this was what it was like when Adam and Eve made love.

Where the earth and the human soul formed the most perfect connection.

But this is just a dream.

I know this because my subconscious is the only place where the good parts of you still exist.

So I’m sitting on a log watching you climb trees or piss off the robins by poking a stick in their nest.

You are so like the creatures that live here.

Boisterous.

Blissfully ignorant.

Careless.

Free. “Are you going to stay?” You say with the expression of a child who asks for a puppy for their birthday.

I want to say yes.

I want to spend eternity with my soul next to yours.

I want my lips to be permanently strained with your DNA. “You know I would if I could.

You know I would never leave on purpose”

As soon as that statement hits the atmosphere your eyes stop shining.

As soon as you hear it, the birds stop singing. “Are you coming back?” His voice now lower and filled with faint disappointment.

I take your face with both my hands and feel the satisfaction that you’re rough skin has with your stubble.

Bring my lips so close to yours that they almost touch,

And confess like a reoffending sinner.

“Always”