Like a soft and playful apparition, the gentle breeze when it blows in a sweet caress upon a baby's face, takes it's tiny breath away. With perfect silence, it delightfully lifts the spirit, floating it just a little nearer to giggling enchantment in an unexpected wisp of bliss. And so it also is, whenever my love, draws me close, and closer still to him to breathe his sweet desire upon me, it leaves me reaching out, grasping for the sky. Filled with life yet without the very air I need. I am sustained only by him. I love him. Completely! And I need to say this but I can not speak the words. For I am weightless. I am overcome. I am dizzy in him. I am floating in the vast and omnipresent vacuum of his space. He has stopped time and there is no sound. We have become a singularity. There is only his eyes gazing into mine. Passing within and without through windows to the soul. Swimming in pools of twinkling wonder. A push. A pull. A willing acquiesce. A beautiful surrender. An understanding in our every movement which any heart that dances knows. A secret song that every soul has echoed. There is a long and quiet moment. A slow and steady build toward a crescendo and a quickening of forever. And then, suddenly, at the epoch of all that led to this moment and all that lies beyond it, I gasp. I quiver. And life comes rushing in again, and I am filled with him. He is all there is. He lies above me. He pierces through me. He is all around me. My soul is inundated with a rapture overflowing and that same love that paused the beating of my heart, at the whispered behest of his body's rhythm brings me back to life! He is the wind that gives flight to my soul! He is the light these wings are drawn to. I slowly breathe again. For him alone, I breathe. And I breathe in deeply all of him!