Together they wrote and shared their dreams and loved their read and see of response alive in other’s face as dreams and stories were exchanged—wide of eyes, strong of heart, stiffening, or soften of their bodies; all in effect of openness and the words and dreams they shared.
She wrote one then and gave to him, loving everything she read—way he drew near to the page, eyes rise in pause and search of her, tension-test—whose body would blush first. It was hers, and she did not look away, her body warming as he read her change just as she did his. Eyes’ fall and further read of dream and when he finished, rise and return of eyes—meet and hold and keep in knowing of all the ways she saw and felt the dream; smiles then, intimate, in the intimate they shared.
And then the move—from dream to true—fixed eyes, strong-beat hearts, moments that seemed frozen and forever raising every sense to the strain; anticipation of the wait—and then time moved, catching fast and strong into full-all of living present. Living of the dream—even better than the see—exhilaration and the race, strain for last of pace, then light and heaven-feel still holding in the after; further dreams, further sees—offered, made—in openness of share that lit their spirits strong.