Dream of a poem Dream of skin softer than a baby lamb's innocence, half asleep beneath Christ's robes Dream of a mid summer night's brick alleyway kiss awakening sleeping giants, Strong arms holding you like a polar bear blanket keeping out the lonely cold Dream of lips ethereal luxury so delicate, if spoken, it may evaporate like a morning mist in the late rising sun Dream of a warm hand's caress filled with the knowledge of universal brotherhood, rhythmically dripping midnight murmurs over our bodies until the world is slathered in brilliant color
Dream of slow ripening fruit, patiently peeled as a long coming miracle, revealed, the rich fragrance swirls into the air pungent as cranberry glades covered in untamed honeysuckle, the nape of your neck sweet as newfound freedom sung in a silver bell rung at cupid's birth A heart gentle as moss flower, eyes steady as my will Inhale juniper, desire, go deeper, into the primeval essence of our being until we reach its flaming core, a black stallion running wild kicking up dirt in the desert, easy as dominoes falling we come together like night and starlight, to shine love and lust into this symphonic world Drink me down and you shall taste the music of my soul
Now, The morning light may never come to pass Dawn's chorus may never pierce the horizonless sky But for this night, I'll wait with the infinite dreaming of a poem