As Isis is a mother goddess,
you birth erotic dreams.
But in a world of knights and kings
who offer to fulfill your dreams
with daring rescues and kingdoms grand,
I am just a humble parish priest
who can only offer my heart and mind
hoping for the chance to dream
of your divinity.
Tag: heart
the dream broke
Some of the things you said last night and before matched with my nightmare about moving and never seeing you; really threw me for a loop. I think the dream broke. The invincibility of infatuation has worn away to reveal a bleak reality. What I’m left with is the sure and definite fact that I love you like no other, ever; but I’m also left with the burning and sinking suspicion that you’re going to break my heart. I don’t know if I can survive that. I can let that scare me away, or I can accept it. I can accept that I’m in this for hell or high water, and that I’m a dead man walking into his own grave. But, something broke. I felt for the first time since we met that I’m alone. I don’t feel you with me any more. I don’t know what to do. I feel like hiding, curling up and dying.