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You inhaled the Exact moment that the sun broke free of the horizion; reafirming my beliefs that you are a Goddess. I turned my attention away from the window and back to you, your white skin was almost glowing in the early morning light, glints of red shone out from your silky black hair, and I could see your eyes moving in deep sleep beneath you long lashes. I wondered what your dream world was like, if the skies were as blue as your eyes are. You sighed contently and snuggled close to me, dested your perfect hand, with it's blood-red nails, directly over my heart. I have heard that people incorporate outside stimulations into their dreams, and I wondered what the beating of my heart manifested itself as. But I was content with knowing part of me was in your thoughts.


I looked down at the top of your perfect head and inhaled your perfume. You never did tell me what you put in your oils, but the fragrance was always intoxicating. I longed to touch you, but didn't wish to let go of this image. I'd have stayed like that forever if I could have, but finally temptation overwhelmed me. I entwined my Hand with the one over my heart, and ran the other through your silken hair. You stired and looked up at me


I wanted to stare into your ocean blue eyes, but instead my gaze met empty sockets. I brought your hand up to my lips as I watched you age away to bones and blow away like dust. Then I woke up alone in our bed.



I am still tormented by dreams like these, even twenty years after your death. I've begune to believe that once I can let you wake up on your own that you'll be able to come back to me. Or perhaps I'll be allowed to join you...

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