I awake
only to drift into
another dream of you.
Like two streams
converging,
we flow into
each other's arms,
and I slide into
magic against the
white clouds in
a sea of pillows.
Stars shining on
the flesh of a rose,
I taste the
dew of the lips,
made radiant by
the better angels
of the heart.
another dream of you.
Like two streams
converging,
we flow into
each other's arms,
and I slide into
magic against the
white clouds in
a sea of pillows.
Stars shining on
the flesh of a rose,
I taste the
dew of the lips,
made radiant by
the better angels
of the heart.