Ah, back to imagery again? Somehow, when I think of him it always comes out like that. Have you ever imagined you were kissing someone? I mean really kissing, not just making out with animalistic fervor. I'm talking about that real and oh so sweet moment when time stops and gives you that one fleeting moment to keep, that one scene to hold deep in your heart until the day you lose all your secrets to nothingness.

I imagined kissing him on many levels. In fact, I knew just what it would feel like. The anticipation would build as my heart beat in time with his. For once I wouldn't have to fear my voice betraying my excitement and my awkwardness because all that needed to be said was plain to see in his eyes. There would be nothing but love in them. The passion is overflowing from his being near to me and showing me his deepest emotions through the windows to his soul.

The colors of the rainbow are no match for the spectacle before me. With just a glance he sends me into the stratosphere, speeding like a comet with a many-colored array of wonder passing before me, a feeling of exhilaration like none other. A feeling unknown to me invades my being, and every hair stands with energy of it's own. A tingling sensation starts in my scalp and finds its way down my spine, slipping from top to bottom with a mysterious energy all it's own, completely foreign to me.

A gentle breath escapes him. It moves across my face like a warm summer breeze that makes the reeds dance on the river banks, the same breeze that makes fields of wheat roll like a golden ocean on the great plains, never ending and filled with life eternal, beholden to nothing and holding the sun in place as it sets and illuminates the world in a dizzying array of golds, oranges, reds and yellows unlike those seen before or since.

Ever so slowly he leans forward, hands reaching out to the sides of my head to hold me. He moves closer, and at the moment his hands make contact there is silence. Stillness settles over the world for a fleeting instant, and time gives you one memento to hold dear. A kaleidoscope of colors and emotions flood my senses, too much for me to process. So much beauty and love that it overwhelms my senses and forces them to a previously unheard of plain of joy. Pleasure rolls like thunder, and I feel it pass from molecule to molecule as every fiber in my being absorbs the love it has been so long denied. I feel it travel like a river from one arid patch to the next, giving unending nourishment and life to a land that was barren at best, before it's arrival, before it's gentle touch.

Every inch rejuvenates with newfound energy, vibrating in time to the loving force gripping each tender extremity. Electricity gathers, and one can almost smell ozone in the air as a monumental charge of energy builds, and then…

Our lips touch. The sky is a marvelous blue, unlike ever before. And all at once, all the might in the world, ancient armies from Alexander the Great to Mac Arthur's war machine, pale in strength. I feel as powerful as Zeus atop Mount Olympus, with the power to hurl lightning at will in defense of love, and only true love can withstand it for it brooks nothing to stand in it's way.

And then the moment is gone. I open my eyes reluctantly to the empty room around me, and pick up the warming beer. Ech, it tastes worse when it nears room temperature.

I watch the rain fall on the street, watch for those lights on the second floor to come on. For when they do I can see my secret love.