Musings: Cold

For some reason, perhaps too sacred to understand, I am reminded of our death before we were born birth. The time we held each others hands and kissed each other for the last time and slowly closed our eyes to be reborn to the bodies in which we now live. Your eyes seem familiar, so does your smile , voice and touch. It is distant, like our bodies living in two different cities; but familiar like our souls living in the home of love which we built. You have ruined other women for me and I yearn for you, only you. My heart paces about in the chambers of my body - restless and emotionless, waiting for your skin to brush with mine. The pain of the distances perhaps meddles with the fragile mind, but the foolish heart knows not anything but coming back to you. My heart asks, cries and screams for you like a toddler for his mother, because it has not known anybody except you. Of your beauty - there is no word created to define it. No girl can persuade me to think of her as more beautiful than you, for me, you are the pinnacle of beauty - the divine and pure. Nobody can match up to that, no matter how hard they try. In my reality, you lay beside me at nights and bewitch me with your warmth. The cold winds ricochets off my fur as you blanket me with the aura of comfort. When I wake up in the morning I find my bed cold, and the blanket vanished - that my love, is the pain of the distances. You are a religion of which I am the greatest devotee, not a name on a screen; An echo in a valley not a voice on a speaker; My blood, flesh and bones when you stand before me. I do not need alcohol to get high, I drink it like rye from the your deep seated eyes which stares at the moonlight. And from that moon, I borrow the vision to see you every night. I caress you with its gentle glow ... maybe you wouldn't notice for it is as soft as your skin on my cheeks. I glance at you as you rest your head upon your pillow and close your tired eyes to the world of your own. And as I see it, I wish I am there in the world behind your closed eyes. I borrow from the moon a chance to kiss you goodnight on your forehead and I return with your warmth in a cold bed where my body rests.