I entered her dimensions like a thief in the night. And I watched her from the shadows; reaching out and touching her then retreating to a past lifetime. She stirred ever so slightly and rubbed the spot where my finger grazed her beauty. I stood where shadow and light intersect and I was amazed at how beautiful she will be. Lying next to me, under me, in front of me. Thighs sweating. Open for me. I stand back proudly awaiting my second coming, or she that I am bound to live, love and die for.

She adjusts her position, turning her back to me. I perceive no disrespect in this act that she slumbers through. I ease up next to her for an up close and personal view. I wonder if on some level she knows that I love her. Something in her subconscious makes her smile. Am I the cause? Hmm, I wonder. I press my lips to her temple in a vain attempt to divine revelation.

Perhaps it is further down that I should explore to find the key to unlocking her. I speak into her dream, telling her that I am love. Open your heart to me. Hurry before the dawn ushers me away. I am too shy to speak to her in the light of day; out of fear that she would say she doesnt like me in that way.

So I watch her from beyond her comprehension. When she lets her guard down, I enter her dimensions like a thief in the night. I serenade her with a melody that haunts her every waking moment. She sings me, and doesnt even know that I wrote the lyric to her music. Dance with me... please?

If I could summon the courage to extend my hand to her and she accepted it, I would caress her essence, and count her above all my blessings. She is perfection. From a distance I have loved her more than life itself. I prefer the fantasy to rejection.

My hearts desire is to love her under golden skies until the balance is fully realized, and surrounded by light whose source no longer burns. Loving her still after all the wishes and stolen kisses make way for the golds return.

Until such a time, Ill remain hidden inside the beauty that becomes her. Slightly below a whisper, an octave above silence, in the moment before the tear falls I call her name.

If I am not able to hold her attention or at least have her acknowledge me, then like a thief in the night I will enter her dimensions and call her mine. And that she will be.

Christopher L. Fields