The Ultimate Fantasy

My hair falls like branches dangling from a tree,
asymmetrical; each strand separating from the next.
Your fingers run through it, and as my eyes close
I seize the sweetest touch that I've ever received.

Exhausted from love making that is too personal,
too explicit, too tough to put into words. I never
wanted to write about it anyhow. I never needed
to take it that far, all that matters is the moment
spent laying by your side, synchronizing our breath.

Silence speaks loudly and means more than she
ever has. She sweeps the room with her stillness,
with her serenity, and for the first time in a long time,
rest comes peacefully as your arms emit comfort.

This is the reality of it all, the ultimate fantasy that
has hung itself on the walls of my mind. Just being
beside you, listening to you say nothing at all, the two
of us swaddled under one blanket. Nestled tightly.

That means more than intertwining our bodies. It
means more than your kiss, than your graze.
What I truly desired most, was to be stabilized
in your embrace through these sleepless hours.