"HER"

“Her”

I cannot easily picture her with her eyes closed, as I’m told they seldom do.

But I want her, after the lights are out tonight, to close her tired eyes gently for me and drift to a place she likes near the water. A place she knew before life became so busy retrieving her many lost wishes.

This water is essential with beautiful and rhythmic sounds like our own. It is safe and is like the water inside her. These waves can do her no harm as she is lulled by their mystery and reflective beauty.

I want her to remain there in her mind until she can feel a part of that place, it’s scent, it’s sounds and it’s feeling.

Once she feels present there, I want her to imagine that she is sharing this place with a man that she almost knows, but feels just comfortable enough to touch fingertips with, so that he can send his waves through his fingers into hers. As the waves he sends warm her hands, and travel upward into her arms and slowly and lovingly across her chest and neck and then down into her heart and her womb, she will know only warmth and security and a sense of blissful, unending relaxation.

She will drift in thought, unaware of time and the concerns of her unfolding life.
She will only know this moment, and that she is sharing it with him for the first time.

If only for a minute, an hour, an afternoon, or an evening of warm, ephemeral daydreams, she will replay chosen moments and remember their sounds and their touch.

And after contemplating this water, these hands, and these waves of shared perfection, she will drift further inside herself and fall... gently.... into a pleasant, fulfilling sleep.

When she awakens the next morning, she will begin another busy day. But from that day onward, whenever she brings her hands and fingertips together for even a moment, she will be transported back at the water’s edge, no longer alone, and she will know that all will be just as she wishes.