I want to trace
 your edges
 feel your concaves
where skin hugs the 
 boarders of your physicality 
Collapsing into this warm embrace 
 I Am here, and nothing else matters 
This moment cannot be refabricated
So I cherish
 as this texture 
 engulfes my very being 
Sliding through me, 
 wave after wave 
 Soft tremors radiating my core
 quivering as my valleys
 press tightly against your crest
Penetrating deep beneath the surface 
 my sea has no bottom. 
Building creative tension 
 Gripping the remaining foundation 
 Ceaseless crescendo
All boundaries crumble;
  Where do you end, 
  Where do I begin?

In my dreams
I see other sides
To the world we live
Filtered in the lids of my eyes

In those dreams
We're caked in mud hardened by time
As we crawl the land
Like we're strong and fine
But we're brittle like castles of sand

I dream that we saw each other
Our true state and not the lies
And we broke that outer crust
Scooped it out of our eyes
Shedding layers of dried mud
chipping it from our thighs
cracking like dried blood
dropping the rotting guise

I dream that we stood exposed
just skin and bones
Tender and bruised
raw in smooth softness
the water our thirsts embraced

But as my dream continued
the rising sun reddens
as it burns we're separated
the outer crud resurfaces
Into that world we're refabricated
re-skinned by the mud that hardens
in my dream we're ill fated

Sam@081017