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.
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…