I stand in a world of white. The silky white robe I wear is cool against my legs. The white ground on which I stand is soft beneath my bare feet. I see you sitting on your white throne.
"You brought me here," I say. You smile sweetly.
Your gaze cuts me apart like a knife, but I manage to hold myself together.
"I wanted you."
At your words, I crumble to the ground, overcome by a feeling that penetrates every layer of my being so sweetly and intensely.
The floor is soft and invites me.
For a few undefinable moments, I lay there.
You join me on the ground. You wrap your arms around me and hold me close. The inner explosion intensifies exponentially, but it is not unbearable--your embrace is calming.
And so, as we begin to breathe in sync with each other, our hearts melt into one.