Holding a Dream


Softly she places kisses 
like precious gems
pressed against his back,
while fingers gently caress  
the real of him,
as night wraps them
in captured time.

She would make love to him again 
in an instant
were he to roll
in the circle of her arms,
taste the warmth of her lips
and sink  
into the depths of her universe;

She would ride the waves
of passion
to the stars and back
in the flutter of an eyelash,
clinging to the threads of his kisses
in the heat 
of a comet’s tail
as it passed through her sky,
were he to breathe longing,
soft as silk, against her neck.

But in this moment
all that really matters
is the warm touch of skin
against skin 
and the lullaby of his breath 
as time slides her peacefully 
into sleep

holding a dream
in the palms of her hands.
 

october 2006



Awarded by Poetic Constellations




Awarded by Poetic Constellations ~ Oct 10, 2006





Awarded by New Horizons