Three times I have seen this face
in my dreams,
Vague, unfinished around the edges
Eyes filled with uncertainty, love...
victory even.
Victory! Over what?
Over me...?
Over herself?
Love is there for me, for us
That I am certain of.
Why love this person?
She hated so much what she was and is.
Her eyes filled with the fire of purpose
Sparkled when she smiled, not often enough.
Her integrity with which she held onto each ideal
Her ability to listen and hear each nuance.
Those lips that I knew would set fire to each
place they touched
The completeness I felt when she was near
What draws us to the unknown, the different,
the unreachable?
Things are perfect in our dreams
The smells, tastes, feelings.
Are they memories of what was?
A portent of what is to come.
The overpowering emotions and
Warmth between us was
Unlike anything I have felt before.
It was raw, on fire, orgasmic.
Looking into those eyes
Drowning in the color, feeling, everything
I was not saved by the noise
Which ended my sleep |
Submission Name: Dream Lady
