A thousand nights of darkened dreams

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.