Andrea

On some nights, I dream of you..
But the dreams are never lucid..
These blurred visions of you, somehow always taken
away from me by morning amnesia..
I can never recall what transpired during my sleepy stupor..
The only thing I remember is the sound of your faded scream
calling my name before I awoke..
Due to the haziness of the dream,
I can only hear the last syllable of my name being called..
The voice so mellow and yet so strong, like the sound of muffled thunder on a cloudy day..

I can recall however, your silhouette..
The slenderness of a vixen, with long and wavy hair
that flowed in the gentle breeze like an oak tree in a hurricane..
Your long jet black locks, smell like dessert flowers..
If the scent of your hair was visible to the gullible eye, it would be the colour of violet..
Wafting as you walk, leaving a trail of brilliant violet nothern lightish waves as you pass..
What a magnificent creature you are,
but when I look into your visage,
I only see darkness...
But within that darkness emerge two vermillion red eyes looking back at me..
Eyes so intense like the infinite number of sunrises and sundowns I wish to gaze with you..

You extend your slender arms towards me,
so fair like the rarest of pearls..
I can barely breathe as your gentle delicate hands close in..
With a swift but gentle stroke..
You line the back of your smooth satin fingers from my cheekbone,
down to the side of my neck..
Then I felt it..
A pulse, almost like an exaggerated heartbeat..
An unimaginable force of euphoria, searing across every fibre of my mortal body..

I must have been touched by an Angel...
But what I felt was no Angel..
What I felt was strong..
So strong no one could compare to you, my love..
my Mona Lisa,
my Cleopetra,
my Anastasia,
my Juliet,
my Eve,
my Queen,
my Aphrodite,
my Goddess....

I have yet to meet you my dear..
I have yet to feel your velvety embrace..
Only fate will decide when we will cross paths..
For now, till then my dear..
I'll wait for you in the dark,
or in vain..