Dancing on the stages of my eye lids was a woman with beautiful skin, sparkling eyes, and the body of a Goddess, but with the walk, of a Queen. As I sit in the audience of my mind, I find myself day dreaming of conservations with myself asking is her skin soft, what color are her eyes, and what does it feel like to be enclosed within the warmth of a Goddess? Without the make-up, without the stage lights, without the stage, who is this love that has captivated the subconscious state of me? As I became witness to the racefulness of her movement, I began to fantasize of her touch, her scent, her voice. My Soul now bowing to the groove-ment of this Goddess sent Queen. My eyes smile at her smile, and my applause for finale has no ending. For it is the confidence in her walk, the imagination I have of her speech, and the desire to feel her touch is what brings me to my feet. As she exits the stage, she approaches me, and before she can say a word, I tell her, I am honored to have witness the dance of an angel. Then the lights flickered and just like an angel she disappeared, then I awoke, realizing I have seen my destiny, I have witnessed the dance of my...

Subconscious Love…