Sui generis

As red ribbon-wrapped finger touches third eye. I imagine a life filled with the love of a tutelory being. I watch the tide bring this beloved right to my feet and in a torrent of emotion; I am soaked in your world. The sough of your voice wraps around me kindly. I inhale you deeply into my soul. I cherish your every word. And among all the thousands of pebbles on the beach; I know the one I have found is sui generis.