Perspectives

"I've only ever imagined someone so beautiful, why can't I compare you to Aphrodite?" you asked one night as we lay in bed watching the shadows play tag across our porcelain frames.

"Because this is just a dream, you're not really here tonight," I answered running my fingers through the hair at the back of your neck.

"Oh, that's where you're wrong Love," you laughed as you joined the shadows in their game of chase across my plains.