My Dearest Love
It’s
been just a month since we parted, but I miss you with an ache that grows
stronger each day. I have been unable to
focus on my duties, as my days are filled with day dreams of you. Every time I let my mind wander, it travels
directly to the time we spent at the cottage.
I
vividly remember our nightly walks to the bluff over the great lava lake. How we would stand hand in hand, watching the
waves beat against the rocks, sending glowing shards of glass up into the cool
night sky. Do you remember how I climbed
down as low as I dared to collect still warm glass shards for you? Do you still wear the necklace I made with
them for you?
As I
write this, I twirl the fire blossom you picked me from the cliff side. It doesn’t glow in this unnatural light, the
way it did the night you gave it to me.
It hasn’t lost its smell though, the cooling odour which sends a shiver
down my spine. When I smell it I can
still picture you handing it to me. It
sparkled bright pink in your cupped hands, while your pale eyes glowed in the
red light of the lava lake. It was such
a rare gift, such a perfect symbol of our love.
I’ve
secretly rotated the ship so my cabin looks out on the same stars we did all
those nights by the lake. I lay in bed, looking
out my port and imagine I am back lying next to you. Your slender body tucked into my arms as we
gazed on the heavens. I remember how we
would lie for hours in complete silence, just happy to be close. Gradually the passion of the scene would build
in us, until we could deny each other no longer. How we would kiss urgently, crushing our
mouths together. How your forked tongue
danced across my mouth like electricity.
I confess
my dreams are dominated by the nights we spent in the cottage by the lake. They are so vivid I awake with my throat
burning, as though I was still breathing deep the sulphurous air. I dream of our coupling. My pale hands where like ghosts, as they
caressed your black skin in the dark.
They would grab tightly onto the ridges of your back, while you raked my
smooth back with your claws. You would
wrap your tails lovingly around my neck, pulling me closer as we joined. After we would collapse exhausted
together. You would tuck your body into
my warm mass, pulling your long limbs close.
I miss the sighs you made as would gently rub your cool silky skin,
sending you slowly to sleep.
We
still have another month to go before we reach Earth; and then I will have to
endure another month before I finally start back toward your embrace. I’m going to try and shorten our time on
Earth as much as possible. It will cause
friction with the crew, to leave their homes early. But I don’t think any of them will ever know
how it is to miss someone the way I miss you.
Write
me soon, I long to hear a kind word from your hands.
Until I
see you next, know that you will be lighting my dreams. I love you with every inch of my being.
Captain Scott Cooke
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