ODE To LOVE The rewrite from 2007

A man comes to me in my dreams, bringing smiles and kisses that wipe away my tears.
He offers his hands to me, and I accept.
We slowly and gently walk together, holding hands.
Soon, our hands break apart, and we reach for each other's waist and walk on.
He hums a sweet tune as he guides me to the river.
Once there, I saw he made us a light lunch of cheese, apples, and grapes to fill our stomachs and strengthen us.
A basket of body oils is also there to rub away any aches my body may have from emotional pains in my life.

I feel refreshed and whole again, filled with love for this man who has picked me to share his healing caresses.

I reach my hands to him, and he accepts them with such love, trust, and pure honesty that I weep at the tenderness of his gaze.
I bring him to the river; shyly, I remove his clothes, and he pulls off what's left of mine from the massage.
We move into the water together. I bathe him, slowly massaging his body.
I hear a sigh come from his lips as if he has been waiting a long time for this moment.
He smiles, invites me into his arms, knowing I have always belonged there, and washes me in turn.
We lay our bodies down into the water, letting it move over us,
our eyes never leaving each other, our mouths never speaking, yet our hearts speak volumes.

When we retire to the blanket, we dry one another off with kisses.
The sun shines its approval and warms our wet, naked bodies into a happy sleep, dreaming about how good it will feel when we make love for eternity.
We wake up to find our arms and legs entwined and realize it was not a dream but the reality of our beginning.
We laugh, smile, and weep tears of joy because we know that, at last, we are home.

Copyright: Wendy Ann Williams Artful Photography 2020
Rewritten 2024 by Wendy Ann Williams, Artful Photographer.
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Created: March 11th, 2007
Modified: January 13th, 2008
Redone 12/24/20