Poetic visions of heavenly moments captured in mental pictures as if by old-time cameras. 
Black and white bodies with silken skin and moon kissed hair touch the stars to invoke
color flavored scents of passion and whispered promises. 
Only glimpses of things to come. 
Only possibilities sprinkle the vast landscape of open minds and tease the back of the eyes 
where dreams play on wide screens like drive in movies. 
Extinct now, except where it counts. 
Rarity causes sweet sensations across the tongue that hints at juicy strawberries eaten on sweltering summer afternoons. 
Perhaps watermelon passed across the fullness of lips swollen from kisses.
Endless roads mimic endless desires and dreams. 
The scenery constantly changes and sleep is something vile.
A cruel optical illusion no less tangible than aged lace found in an abandoned attic.
A heart slumbers amidst the sands of the desert-like rib cage, rearing it's head to roar for it's mate unexpectedly and frighteningly loud.
Impossible to ignore for very long.
Placate the beast with promises of more sleep, more dreams, more voices, more silent movie moments of words spoken with veiled glances and feather light caresses.
Promise to acknowledge what it already knows as truth and to stop dancing in shadows of fear and safety.