Only In Your Reflection

I had a dream… In it, you were a cool, clear lake in the deepest heat of summer.

After long hours of watching, I saw myself moving slowly to your banks… In a movement as fluid, as impossible as being captured as mercury, I stepped into you and moved smoothly into your depths…

With your coolness enveloping me, I felt all my anxieties and disquiet sloughed away and swirled into the current to disappear… I drifted downward until I lay buried inside you, like a jewel from some treasure lost in a storm…

In your unmarred reflection, I saw myself… I ran my hand over to the curves of my face as if I were made of the finest silk… For it is only in your reflection that I see myself this beautiful, this happy, this loved…

How safe you were, how still and comforting…

It is here, deep in the warm interior of my dream that I belong… Here, in the soul of a man so sweet and deep and loving.

You Really Do Come True

For years, this simple dream had been secretly nestling in my heart of hearts: To walk in a crowded place with the love of my life holding my hand, beaming with pride, proclaiming to the world that he is proud of me… and of being seen with me. A narrow-minded wish for some.. but I know those who know me through and through would understand why.

Insecurity is an ugly gaping hole in my personal package that cannot seem to be filled, not even with years of being in some of my relationships. So I gave up hope.

But now, looking at you smiling at me while holding my hand in a crowded place, makes me re-assess my notion of having-a-dream-come-true.

For you don’t look proud with your hand in mine…

…you look happy… contented… and at home…

Yes, happy… not just to be seen with me. But happy that you are with me…

Now I know, without a shadow of doubt:

Dreams… you really do come true.