Dreams of you

There are moments when I am in your arms that I am striving for perfection

When I feel my insides reach up through you and out your open mouth.

I am tied to this body moving but I’m reaching towards some higher goal

And want to bring you with me as if we’re climbing hills together.

We are like a conjoined beast that rocks its way in inches up the slope

A two and fro that brings us both one step closer to our heaven.

 

There are moments when I am in your arms that I want to obliterate my self

To tear down that barrier keeping my mind from yours

So that you can feel yourself in me and building to explode

And I can engulf your body with my own.

And at the moment that we shake and tremble

Your cries and mine would be but one.

 

There are moments when I am in your arms that I want to keep you there forever

To feel you pinioned by my chest and torso to hold our hands outstretched

To have you sense every inch of my physical being

And to feel I know your every hidden corner.

To press ourselves as close as possible

To hold your legs around me imprisoned without end.

 

There moments when I am in your arms that I want to grasp your beauty with my sight

To drink in your presence with every sense of smell and touch

To simply listen to you talk and laugh and weep

To comfort you when you are sad, to give you strength when you feel weak.

To look at the world through your eyes and see just what you see.

To walk and talk together,  whatever world we’re in.

 

And when I’m far away I dream of these

And see your face through the veils of haze that cover the moon,

And feel the press of your tongue in licking ice cream

And hear your voice and words and laugh when I live through the day.

And in the soft patter of gentle rain, I feel my own imaginary tears of longing:

The mingled joy and sadness of a distant dreaming heart.