His Love

his love
is a beautiful dream
it seeps into
the depths of my being
a love that feels
like a hundred lifetimes
slowly, so slowly
peeling back
the many layers
of my existence
learning the secrets
that are hidden within
and yet - he stays
delicately kissing
my damaged past
his irascible fingers
caressing my hopes and dreams
his love
seduces my mind
and fills the vacant
corridors of my soul    
I want to stay
inside this moment
for the rest of our time
and never wake
from this dream of mine