Dreams
A thousand nights of darkened dreams
of passionate touch and
rich with satin caresses.
I tighten my grip,
dreaming I will not wake up
and see you:
I see you
black eyes and
cool deep river of
sleek and silken hair,
sweet and salty skin
asking to be tasted.
But distant eyes
only look away.
And in my silent reverie
you whisper sweetened words
I cannot hear.
So now I listen,
waiting,
for pale and shallow sleep
to dream you,
through the night,
into my embrace.
