The Queen of My Dreams

By: Marlon leTerrance

There’s a good chance when I first meet the queen of my dreams, I won’t know what she looks like. She could be beautiful or homely, tall or short, black or white, even young or old. Still, I am confident that I will be able to recognize her, if only because I know everything else about her.

When I walk into a crowded room, she will be the woman with her head held up. She’s not stuck up, she’s not arrogant or vain, but she has been through enough in her lifetime to appreciate her own self worth. She knows her strengths and her weaknesses; therefore, the opinion of others doesn’t influence the nature of her self-confidence. She’s honest with herself and will be just as honest with me. Even if revealing the truth would rip us apart, destroying the very fiber of our relationship, she is a strong enough woman to confront reality head on. She will never lie to me about anything, no matter how painful the truth may be, because honesty is the core ingredient of who she is as a person.

Her head will be held high in the air because she is too real, too honest of a woman to ever hide anything from me.

When I see her, there is a good chance that she will be smiling—and that smile will light up the room. She is not always happy or filled with a childlike sense of joy. She has experienced pain, deeply, and she has suffered through heartache and betrayal before. She knows what it feels like to be emotionally hurt and alone. Her eyes have watched dreams fade away into the darkness. Her ears have heard promises break. Her heart has felt love mutate into pain and hatred. But instead of running from these feelings and becoming a cold and distant person, she dealt with them and found the courage to move on. She understands the limitations of being human and accepts the fact that life is a precious gift that sometimes involves disappointment and pain. She has a joyful soul. Her tears are caused by heartache and misfortune just like everyone else. But she loves life enough to actually seek out happiness, even when it’s hard to find.

She will be smiling because she’s able to see Beauty even when it’s not very pretty.

There will be a twinkle in her eyes when she looks at me. She’s a passionate woman, both romantic and spontaneous, and this will shine through whenever she looks at me. She understands how precious life is and she is not afraid to step outside the norm to experience new and exciting things. She enjoys cuddling because she’s an intimate woman who takes pleasure in being close to the things that are important to her. She’s loyal and committed—she can be trusted with the most vulnerable aspects of her man’s character. She is a strong woman who’s secure enough with herself that she doesn’t have to constantly challenge the strength of her man. She wants a lot out of life, a lot out of love, and she is adventurous enough to explore different paths to success.

There will be a twinkle in her eyes when she looks at me because a fire of passion burns inside of her that she is brave enough not to put out.

When she walks, she will exude a raw femininity. She’s a sexual woman without a host of sexual hang-ups. She doesn’t concern herself with the images society has regarding women and sexuality. She’s in touch with herself, and her body, so she knows what she likes and don’t like. She enjoys the challenge of pleasing her man and will not shy away from the possibility of experimenting with new things. The intimacy of sex is the vessel she uses to channel her love. She allows her body to sometimes express feelings that even the most elaborate words could never make clear. If I were to write a poem across her naked back with the tips of my fingers, she is a woman who is sensitive enough to romance that she would close her eyes and attempt to read each word back to me. Her body is a canvas for her man’s tongue, and she is always prepared to help him paint a masterpiece.

There will be a hint of femininity that reveals itself whenever she walks because she’s secure enough with her sexuality to be a woman.

She may be in a wheelchair when I meet her, but I know she will have her head held high. She may have just lost her job when I see her, but I am sure there will be a hint of a smile lingering somewhere across her face. It’s possible that she will be blind or deaf when I introduce myself to her, but I’m confident that there will still be a twinkle deep in her eyes. She could have long legs, or short ones, but I know she will be sexy to me when she walks my way.

I don’t know how beautiful she will be. I don’t know how educated or cultured or successful she is. She could speak English or Spanish; I’m not sure about many of her details. I’ve seen her many times in my dreams; yet, I still do not know her race or age. I may not have the slightest idea what my dream queen will look like, but I’m still certain I will know her when I see her.

I guess the question is…will she know me?