Artist: Charles Dwyer

A Breath Away

A breath away
His touch hangs in the air

So close … yet so far
She stands impossibly still

Anticipating
Waiting

Michael

Artist: Charles Dwyer

Her Dream

Kristen strolls through the woods with no particular direction in mind. Her spirit brightens as she wanders from the well-worn path – something within draws her deeper. As she clears the first few trees, she notices the chaotic moving shadows on the ground in front of her. Her eyes lift towards to the sunlight filtering through the trees. She smiles as she watches the leaves in a dance with the breeze – they remind her of his touch. The sensation washes over her in erotic rhythms – teases her skin. Her fingers instinctively extend – expecting his touch. She feels … what? Something familiar…

She continues to wander – something pulling her forward. As she walks, she thinks she sees him in shadows floating around the edges. Her senses overflow with desire – “where is he?” she wonders aloud. The only reply – from the rustling leaves. Yet, she feels him close – as if he was wrapped around her … like a blanket. The further she walks along, the stronger his presence feels. She begins to slow her pace – not quite sure why – but she feels him – just a breath away.

She dreams in sensual patterns – immersed in his magical spell. Her waking moment comes with the taste of his lips. He smiles as she opens her eyes – returning to him from a dream – his dream. Her impossible beauty takes his breath – her eyes invite him in. He has to join her…

Michael

Artist: Charles Dwyer

Dream Patterns

She strolls through the woods – no direction in mind
Her smile brightens as she deviates from the well-worn path

She notices the chaotic moving shadows on the ground
Her eyes marvel at the sunlight filtering through the trees

She feels the wispy breeze as it teases her skin
Her fingers extend – expecting his touch

She hears the rustling leaves as they dance in the breeze
Her lungs pull in the sweet fragrance of fall

She sees him in shadows floating around as she walks
Her senses fill with desire – where is he, she wonders

She dreams in sensual patterns – immersed in his magical spell
Her waking moment comes with the taste of his lips

He smiles as she opens her eyes – returning from a dream
Her impossible beauty takes his breath – her eyes invite him in

Michael

Artist: Charles Dwyer

Her Reflection

in his eyes, her smile
with impossible beauty
she captures his soul

Michael

Artist: Charles Dwyer

Her Echoes

Her echoes …
He washes upon her shores in loving waves

Her echoes …
His tender voice floats to her on the breeze

Her echoes …
His electric touch that lingers on her skin

Her echoes …
The sensual taste of his lips as he kisses hers

Her echoes …
The magical feeling as he flows inside her

Her echoes …
Thoughts of him ripple through – awake or asleep

Her echoes …
Dream whispers sent for her – from his soul

Michael

Artist: Charles Dwyer

Her Echoes

awake or asleep
dreams ripple over her thoughts
echoes from his soul

Michael

Artist: Charles Dwyer

Dream Patterns

she dreams in patterns
immersed, a magical world
she invites him in

Michael

Artist: Charles Dwyer

Her Reflection

The reflection in the mirror radiated a tortured look back to Austin. “How long had it been?” he wondered. Images of the last week flooding his mind … it hurt. “I hate this bright fluorescent lighting” he winced a bit. He thought Alanna would be the one to pull him free – yet, she wasn’t enough – and now the bad chemicals flowed.

Slowly, a mist engulfed him – the lights became more bearable – they softened into warm yellow glows. His reflection in the mirror slowly softened, then faded – he felt a release of pressure – a floating sensation through, no part of the mist – his lips formed an involuntary smile.

And there was Alanna – she was looking away – she seemed at peace – finally. He noticed the pattern on her left forearm – odd, he hadn’t seen it before. She almost looked like a patchwork – he always thought she was complex, put together with impossible beauty.

He tried to call to her, but no voice came out. Actually, he could no longer sense his body – it seemed to have melted away into the mist – yet, he saw Alanna and she was beautiful.

Michael