The Best Getaway is Into Your Arms

I dream of
Thundering waterfalls,
Rainbows intertwining with their mist.

I dream of
Sweat and screaming, jumping around a stage.
The infectious energy from the crowd,
Rising off their bodies like steam.

I dream of
Castles and caverns, Oceans and island paradises;
Exotic adventures, with never-ending excitement.
But when I open my eyes,
And look into your green copies of mine,
The dreams fade away.

Lay my head on your chest, and smell your familiar cologne.
The one I told you to buy.

Trace your wrist with my fingers.
Brush the gold bracelet there, and smile.
Mine.
Like you.
You are mine, and I am yours.
The best getaway is into your arms.

The salty perfume of the sea may be sweet,
But it can’t compare with your smell.
And the oceans watery embrace
May pull me in, pull me under,
Make me fall in love,
But it can’t hold me the way you do.

I dream of many things.
But of all my escapes,
My favorite is you.