“My love for him is wide. My soul reached out and chose him. It holds on even when I want to be free. When we come together, it is all the things I’m told are dangerous to seek. It’s perfect. Every moment is a dream. It transcends who we are, the other lovers we might know. It’s all things made possible. It’s utterly distracting. When we make love, it feels as if he is trying to disappear inside me, as if he wants to climb inside and make me his home…

I keep him near me in this parallel reality because to banish him altogether would be for me a virtual death. Loving him, I’ve learned my passion is a boundless place, impossible to map or contain.”

words by dream hampton