A flittering, white pixie dances on the wall as the morning sun peeks through a tiny crack between the bedroom blinds. The lazy remnants of last nights slumber slowly evaporate and contentment sweeps over me as I absorb the warmth of your body, still silently resting beside me. Our souls intertwine. Your smooth, naked breasts rise and fall in perfect harmony with your breathing. Your body, beautiful and desirable is a chalice, capable of mixing the miracle of life.

My wandering mind imagines two mountains, two bodies, one tree and a long river that flows into a far away sea. The sea reaches out and touches a tiny harbor with houses and streets and little shops with music playing in the background. Will our children live in this city?

Beyond the shops and houses nature regains control. It is there that I see you standing beside a small stream. The morning sun rising behind you shines through the thin, white material of your dress, outlining the naked silhouette of your body. Seeing me from the corner of your eye, you slowly turn, facing me and smile. In your hands you hold a glass filled with water. A ray of sunshine reflecting through the glass catches my eye as you press your lips against the rim and sip the water as if it was something precious and rare. A soft breeze rises from the valley below. You appear to dress and then undress as the sun reflects off your dress and then back through it. As I move closer to you, the sound of a gurgling stream and the songs of birds remind me of the magic of the universe. “What song are they singing”, I don’t care, my thirst grows. “Will you quench my thirst by offering me a sip of your water? The wind stops, under your garments you are naked above your garments you are virtually naked. The sensual silhouette of your body fills my senses. You reach out your hand, urging me to come closer.

Thirst overpowers me. Encouraged by your gesture I move ever closer, my mind transfixed on the glass of water and the hand that holds it. I see only your four fingers holding the glass when my attention is divided, first focusing on your smile, those sensuous lips then on the glass of water you use to draw me nearer. I am drawn toward you by an invisible force.

My tongue thickens in my dry mouth, upon reaching you I resist the urge to grab the glass and quench my thirst. Instead I begin to prepare the food I have brought. The red blanket, spread over the grass on the bank of the small stream has in its center two red apples and a yellow one. You sit across from me, barefoot, facing each other barely touching with our hands and fingers. The stream beside us begins to fill, it bubbles with energy as an unseen storm feeds its tributaries. I will not eat, I will watch you eat.

Looking into my eyes, you slowly raise the glass, brushing it across my lips. Sensing the moisture, my body aches for relief. I sip slowly but sipping doesn’t quench my thirst, if anything it causes my thirst to grow. My hands grab at the glass, uncontrollably, my fingers intertwined with yours I drink deeply now. Our desires become one as you tip the bottom of the glass against my lips, helping me, us to quench our desires.

The sun reflecting in the swelling stream catches my eye. I look down into the reflection and you are looking back at me. In the mirror you are two, in the other three, eleven, fifteen, twenty-four. The stream is suddenly filled, the universe is filled and not a single mirror, only a swelling stream and an empty glass on the blanket next to us.

Joined now, our lips meet as do our tongues. You shudder as my lips gently kiss your ear, so small and tender, sensual pleasure beyond birth, beyond death. We gasp for air as our saliva thickens, hands and fingers intertwined, grasping at the blanket, the stream becomes a river.

Words, when united, are like veins, blood pulses through them. Paper lights up when joined with words as does the skin of man and woman when united. The words pierce the paper and come out the other side. One body pierces the other and touch taste and smell take over starving sight and sound. The eyes hunger for light as the sun disappears and the moon emerges. The melody of birds fades as a leaf falls onto the streets in the harbor and is picked up by a blind man.

Unpersuaded, nostrils flare, mouth, tongue and body take over, smelling tasting and groping as the two become one; mind, soul, and body focused on a single act. My fingers entangled with yours, yours entangled in mine, unable to detect which is which for we are one.

Love, the essence of life, our greatest desire, we search for love from the moment we take our first breath. With love we exist as one, you and I become we.

“Good morning love”, you say, bringing me back to our room and to our bed. The dancing pixie disappears momentarily as a bird lands on the windowsill and begins to sing. I smile and repeat, “Good morning love”.