Dance With An Angel

Dance With An Angel

By Patricia

I was in no hurry to get dressed. I knew you needed time alone with the thoughts that were running through your brain. Our disagreements never last long. But they hurt just the same. I lost my temper today over work and small things... your comfort would have been welcomed, but I emotionally had pushed you away. My fears becoming real again and the walls going back up. Frightening myself over how I feel about you. Now I sat on your bed, staring at the closet, knowing how bad I wanted to be in your arms and unsure of how to repair the situation. I pray silent prayers as I selected a dress... black, sleek design... you always liked the way this one fit me, because you said it gave you a wonderful view of the soft skin between my breasts. Yes, Ill wear it...

I walk into the restaurant and am overwhelmed by the inviting atmosphere. I glance around hurriedly looking for your form, either at table or at the bar... nothing... I look more deliberately the second time around... no, you are not here. Probably still driving or sitting at the waterfront. Soft piano plays through the room and it is soothing to the ache within me.
Couples that we know by face acknowledge me with smiles, small waves and hellos... I am seated in a far corner where I can scarcely see the door, but have a better view of the bar. If you decide to come here before heading home, I will be able to see you. I want to speak with you so badly... if only to say I am sorry. Nothing else needs to be said, but I need your arms and your heartbeat in my ear.
I order a draft beer and a small plate of appetizers even though I dont think I will be able to eat them. My stomach is in knots from this... it has been 2 hours since you left and my thoughts have conquered me. Few moments pass before I begin the repeated glance across the bar in search of your familiar form. Still not there. My heart sinks.

I pick at the food and drink my second beer. Maybe I should head home. The music playing is wonderfully enchanting for lovers, but alone it makes me sad. I signal to the waitress that I am ready for my check and she walks toward my table. She greets me with a smile. Debs at the bar... and my heart stops. She's on the far side away from the door. I lean out from where I sit and sure enough I see your hand, fingering the glass in front of you. I want to run to you.
Does she know I am here? I ask her and she shakes her head. Okay, do me a favor and send her a drink and tell her it is from someone who noticed her. I watch her go back to the bar and give you a drink. You discuss it with her as she tells you she doesnt know who it is from, but that it was for you. You dont accept it readily... unsure of who would be sending it to you. You begin looking around the bar, then the restaurant, for a smile directed your way. I lean out to watch you solve this mystery. Then I catch your eye. The look you give me brings tears to my eyes. Slowly you get up from your stool...walk towards me... I tremble within... I look up at those eyes I have learned so well and I rise from the table, holding my hand out to you, then begin to speak...Deb, Im sorry... I get scared sometimes...
No words from you... your left hand reaches for my face and wipes away the tear that wets my cheek...your right hand then caresses gently my other cheek and I rest my head there. My fears driven away...

I hear the sweet soft, slow notes of Angel... Sarah McLachlans touching voice floating to my ears... you lead me to the dance floor... my heart is still trembling at the touch of your hand... aching over the hurt I caused you and myself... I should never fear loving you... I feel myself floating in your embrace... dancing to the music and to the way you make me feel... if this song never ended would you stay here with me? holding me... your soft voice singing in my ear... I close my eyes and let the feel of your shirt electrify my hand as I move my fingers beneath your dark jacket... silk on the backside of my hand, the cotton beneath it... I feel the soft kiss of your lips just below my ear and my arms pull you tightly to me...it is like a roller coaster ride, continually up, then suddenly spiraling down... I move one hand to the back of your neck, as your gentle kisses continue... your hair soft in my fingers... I hear your sighs and feel small shudders as I caress your back with my other hand... intimate touches...your voice sweetly whispering in my ear... In the arms of the angel... fly away from here...
Still my eyes are closed... I feel your body fully pressed against me... you are all I need... all I want... I know the curve of your hips... the tender softness of the small of your back, becoming wet with your perspiration as you hold me closer in response to my touch... swaying with the tender music that surrounds us... I hold this moment close, freeze it in my mind for recalling later... the pulse of my passion racing... it leaves me breathless just to be in your arms... I feel your hand cup my chin and raise my face to yours... my voice has no words for the emotion I feel... nothing can carry the weight of it...I watched you try to run from me today, Patti... if this is what you want, I need to know...

I feel myself moved further by the tenderness of your touch... the emotion within your voice... your very nearness that sets me on fire... I do know I love what you stir in me, and I do know how my heart calls for you late at night and in early day break, but I cannot form the sentence to tell you how I feel... last notes of the song ring sweetly in my ears... I place my hands to your face... my fingers have learned every inch, every line... my eyes have watched every expression... drawing my fingers through your hair to the back of your head, I pull your face closer and kiss you, so gently... my lips warm with yours... and it takes my every effort to breathe... Yes... I want it... I want you... no doubts... no walls.... take me home, baby...
I want to lay in your bed and lose myself in you...