The image

An image appeared

It was, blurry from afar

But as I moved closer

I could see it was her.

But not her alone

She had me at her side

Flanked by a lone clock

With missing hands

I instantly understand

We were in a space

Where nothing else existed

Only the souls of her and I

Adjoined and bound

Our bodies tangled

Interwoven; as though one

Skin on skin

In perfect sync

Chemistry of the minds

Left words unspoken

But completely understood

Total submission of self

At complete mercy of one another

Consumed by primal instinct

Guided by harmonious bliss

Emerging as one

Both better than before...

And then I woke

To a realization

That even in my sleep

I am consumed by her

And I see my soul

Only fused to hers

What a beautiful image