After Dreams

Each morning dawns new,
A lotus,
Some dew,
The fading light of my dreams
and you.

Reluctant Muse

Lost in moments yet to come
you look into her eyes and you can
sense her, feel her, hold her now

in your imagination.

Looking at her you know she is then, you are now
and you cannot possibly know the world she walks in

Fickle dream the future, yet she grasps it firmly
in her gaze.

That is what you say,

looking at her.

You see
and feel with a sound of happy voices and music you
cannot understand.

How can something like that
make you so excited when it tantalizes, just out of reach.

Joyful mirth she teases you with, that sly smile, the ways she melts
you, turns you to her will, just the ways she raises her arms and says

Dance with me!

Hold me.

And you do

Hold her from harm, from the coldness in the world which hasn’t discovered
her just yet, hasn’t found out about her power when she turns to look at it

and the beauty she’ll find or create in it…

You see this in her eyes and find yourself
dizzy from how she makes you feel.

The Space Between the Notes

You are

beauty, soft kisses, warm hands,

music

Long hugs, sweet dreams, pleasure imagined and felt
in my desire,

You are
a promise of love and so much more.

who wouldn't want to taste you, please
you, give their sex, their body, their spirit to you.

Who wouldn't want to
drink your nectar,
smell your fragrance
and keep it lingering
wrapped around their nostrils.

Words that fall from your lips push, pull, promise
beauty, soft kisses, warm hands, and

music

Your mind is a labyrinth of myth and meaning
I pause, listen and watch in awe as it pulses
I gladly rush in
to be offered up, a whole beating heart
sacrificed gladly in that moment

sharing a bit of who

You are