Those who dream by night in rusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find it vanity. Dreamers of the day are dangerous for they may act on their dreams with open eyes.T.E. Lawrence – Seven Pillars of Wisdom

I turn to you in this dream,

light my cigarette from the glowing

tip of your own.

I propose we fly away.

We sip red wine and slip

into a bluer state where

along a dark corridor with high

windows we sway within

our satin dream.

Your dark eyes whip my mind

into arousal and your elegant hand

caressing the length of my thigh

turns me soft inside.

Your breath is a sigh at my ear that

whispers my hair and crimson lips

so near devours your resistance.

Against waves of longing and desire

dreams are what it could be like.

Far below among the blackthorn

hares…