We Keep Meeting At the Crossroad

Even as I drew closer to feel his heartbeat and the warmth of his embrace, I knew that I was outgrowing him. The memories we were making anchored me in the dream and I was not one to let grass grow under my feet. As much as I loved him and savored our sweet moments of intimacy, I longed to be somewhere else. He was content to stay right where he was. My fingers wondered over every inch of him as I inhaled him, storing his raw essence in the deep recesses of my mind. He whispered things in my ear that made me want to unpack my bags and watch endless sunsets on the land that he nurtured by hand. The call of starlit nights in the Sahara continued to pull me away.  Nothing I said could convince him to leave with me and there was nothing he could do to make me stay.