By Ginger Marin

I met a man.  He seemed to be everything I ever wanted in a man.  His hair, soft lush brown with a languid curl falling against his forehead; his eyes, a liquid blue that betrayed only his truth.  Desire.  The feeling deflected all sensibility from my soul.

His arms were sculpted of exquisitely defined muscle while strong hands revealed a unique gentleness.  This was a man who could caress a kitten with the delicacy of an infant reaching for a butterfly.  He could hold me as if I were crystal, an orchid, or oriental silk embracing the body of a Greek goddess.  He could make me feel as if all that existed in the world were gone and there was only us.  It was a feeling I longed for.

I wanted to matter, to be the most important thing in someone's life, anyone's life, and to have made a difference in this world, to have been able to justify my existence in this lifetime.  Otherwise, why should I exist at all?  I only know that for the first time I was someone very special and in that, I was one with the universe.  I did not float on clouds, I became them.  Ethereal, clear and clean.  And a star that shone at night could not have been brighter than I even in the day.  Have you ever met a person who could do no wrong?  I have.  It was he.

(this is actually just a teaser, the beginning of a much longer piece that I don't wish to publish here at this time)