dreams.





simple dreams of us, not of riches, gaudy and plush,


dreams of the exquisite tingle of our lips brushing – of being swept away, imbibing that intoxicating rush –





dreams of soaking up our shared copper sun,


your silky hair bathing my face,


through whispering rivulets of streams, our haven, our secret place –





dreams of souls knit together, of yours, and of mine,


extricated from the numbness of this plastic pantomime –





dreams afloat on streams, on the ripples of our murmuring desire,


alive, inflamed,


forged in our cauldron of love, sensuous, fiery, never tamed –




simple dreams