I dream of your arms around me, a twining sort of hold, pulling me down against you, arms and legs tangled, my cheek on yours. I can smell your hair, the curls against my nose and lips, and I hear the remnants of your voice as you whisper quietly, the last breaths of your day like quiet sighs.
I dream of you and your dark eyes, and I wonder about our future, how we will live and grow and thrive. I wonder about our past, what we came from, our different peoples, warring and tearing down the sky.
You are the one I have picked, above all, beyond all. You are the one I have pinned hopes to, built a life with. I sing with you. I hunt with you. I swim through the sky and devour stars with you.
I swallow life whole, with you, and I dream of a place where we are only our own.
Most of all, I dream of your touch, the real of you, a solid presence beside me, between me, belonging to me, who belongs to you.