Sadness grips me. It clutches me like a vise, constraining. It is a feeling born of love; the result of the emptiness created when you're not here. The moments we share seem to disappear like snowflakes that fall during the month of June. They come and they go and I am left reaching out for something to balance me-something to stabilize me. I feel weak. Your absence creates a vacuum which deprives me of any light of life. I sit motionless, awaiting your return. In the darkness I imagine you are with me. You caress my face with the softness of the palm of your hand; you twirl my hair and tell me you love me. I close my eyes and imagine we are locked in a tight embrace. Arms suppressing, legs intertwined, bodies immobilized by the sheer strength of passion. We wear nothing. Our skin touches and the radiance of heat is visible-even in darkness, you tell me you love me. Again, I close my eyes and I'm transcended deeper into love's abyss. Here, we explore the art of love making. Our bodies move in unison. Your arms are wrapped tightly around my neck, thighs spread ever so slightly to accommodate my welcomed presence. Your skin glows as it contrasts with the darkness of mine. You breathe deeply as your body replenishes the oxygen expended with every thrust of your hips-you meet me halfway. I am deep within you and we become one. Sound is unintelligibly present-it escapes the mouths of us both and becomes harmonic. Our pace quickens as we near our destination. You squeeze me tightly, trying desperately to make yourself a part of me and me a part of you. Faster...deeper...faster, and then release. A cascade of colors are visible and the aroma of ecstasy fills the room. Slowly, I open my eyes and we are locked in a tight embrace, arms suppressing, legs intertwined, bodies immobilized-you tell me you love me. Cautiously, I open my eyes and the softness of your palm caresses my face-you twirl my hair and tell me you love me. Fearfully, I open my eyes and I am alone, sitting motionless in a vacuum; a space void of light created by your absence and the moments no longer seem fleeting. They drag on endlessly and I am caught in the clutches of a constraining vice...and I am gripped by the sadness that envelopes me when you're not here.
