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Sometimes, too, as Eve was created from a rib of Adam, a woman would be born during my sleep from some misplacing of my thigh. Conceived from the pleasure I was on the point of enjoying, she it was, I imagined, who offered me that pleasure. My body, conscious that its own warmth was permeating hers, would strive to become one with her, and I would awake. The rest of humanity seemed remote in comparison with this women whose company I had left but a moment ago; my cheek as still warm from her kiss, my body ached beneath the weight of hers. If, as would sometimes happen, she had features of some woman whom I had known in waking hours, I would abandon myself altogether to this end: to find her agin, like people who set out on a journey to see with their eyes some city of their desire, and imagine that one can taste in reality what has charmed one’s fancy. And then, gradually, the memory of her would fade away, I had forgotten the girl of my dream.Marcel Proust

(Excerpt from  In Search of Lost Time: Vol 1)

a dangerously blissful delusion

So a couple nights ago I woke up from the most incredible dream, in it I was sleeping beside the most beautiful woman.  We were wrapped in blankets on a peaceful Sunday morning, felt so good and so real.  Once I woke up I tried desperately to get back to that dream state, back to that sliver in time where everything kind of stood still.  Unfortunately I couldn’t acheive that state again and I had to enter the world, but the following piece of poetry is what unfurled.  

Woke up to your face in a reflection, caught your smile in a glow

Your beauty is impeccable and I just thought you should know

I also smelt you in my sheets, and I tasted you on my tongue

So I immersed myself in the moment in an attempt stay the waking sun

I tried to beat back the morning light and I quarreled with progressing time

Resistance is clearly futile, but when I dream your always mine

You caress me when I close my eyes and kiss me as I breath

I never want to leave my bed cause in my dreams you’re all I need

You’re intoxicatingly perfect, an enchanting cure-all for my fears

So I’ll stay wrapped in these blankets cause leaving might incite tears

You might be a figment of my imagination, a dangerously blissful delusion

But I only feel crazy when I leave this bed, some maybe out there is the real illusion