She lays her dreams 
upon a bed of tousled silk
and casts a breath 
into the wind
to watch it float across the sky
to where he lays his head.

She lets her lashes rest 
soft against her cheeks
and tastes his tender kisses
painting passion on her lips
in the deepest shade of night
—the taste of sweet caresses
mixed with nectar so divine
that it glides across her tongue
and trickles down her throat
to soothe her ache.

Kisses set to music, 
played by fingers
that dance a sultry trail 
along her flesh
and shower her with petals
picked still wet with morning dew,
—and she breathes—
a breath from on the wind
that lingers silent 
on the pillow 
where she lays her head.

She whispers to the night
as it carries her 
through the fading light of dusk
into the land of dreams
to where he waits for her
and takes her in his arms
and whispers back
in the softest tones of wishes
and desires
that wrap her in a rhapsody
of two entwined as one
upon the breeze.
 
But as the sun begins to paint
a mellow glow across the sky
he gently wakes her
with the touch of feather kisses
before he fades away,
and she gathers up her dreams
and wraps them once again
in ribbons made of silk
to keep them safe
until the night begins again.

 

august 2005
Janet Reid