POETRY 2002

More wistful, wishing, wanton longing for Daniel...

Dreamlover

I have never felt your skin
cleave to mine.

The trembling of my limbs
at your caress.

Never tasted the sweet curve of your lips,
the deep well of your mouth.

Nor held your surging body
tight between my thighs.

I may never know the feel of you
blooming inside me.

The deep, deep fullness,
the sliding into joy.

The exquisite play of smooth hardness
in creamy softness.

Our lips and tongues, hands and fingers
exploring, laughing, revelling in each other.

Only in my dreams,
only in my silent moments.

Only in the sacred space
under these warm blankets.

My heart beats, pumping
hot blood throughout.

Then I know you, I see you,
I feel you.

Only in my dreams you grin
a wicked loving grin.

Only in my dreams your eyes flash
a deep desire.

Only in my dreams
your hands clasp my flesh.

Say my name and I ignite.
Look into my eyes, read my soul.

Your name is blazoned there.
Touch me! Oh God, only touch me.

If only in my dreams.

Jan 11th, 2002