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…
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