Caressing The Sleeper Poem by Melissa Hurst

Peniamina, dwelling in the land of dreams
Keep still thine eyes
And let mine observe without notice.

Such slumbering magnificence
The prince of Dreamland has been welcomed
Safe from nightmares and the admirer's glare.

My stare is not cold
For it is hot with passion
Looking longingly at such perfection.

What a glorious distraction
My hand cannot be chaste
It yearns to touch in haste.

By his calm face my heart unravels
My daring and nervous hand travels
So peaceful is the frazzled Darling.

O how I hate to disturb thee
But my heart trembles
and confesses through my hand.

The surface of his face
Has come to know my loving trace
O how my nerves race!

My spirit is moved
And I rejoice
With a soft gasp.

The dreamer twists
And I am frightened.
Only a soft moan
And then he is still.

With a relieving sigh and provoked smile
My hand returns to him.
Deep sleeper is he
As I handle his loins I forever cherish.

I feel a wetness and suckle the obtained from my finger
What a blessing it is to taste Peniamina's issue,
Savoring it with a lustful tongue
And giving it to my starving soul.

I look to his window,
And the light of the moon
Guides me to his face again
And greed consumes me.

I covet
For he has himself
And I cannot take him
I cannot wake him.

O I yearn for his hand
That lies still upon the mattress
So inviting and beautiful it is
I cannot help but caress it with
A lonely finger.

His hand twitches
And tis time that I part
From the richness before I weep
And become a thief in this night.

Tis hard to depart from he
Who lingers in my heart.
Mine lips embrace the flesh of his forehead
And a tear mingles between them.

'Goodnight, my sweet, I shall return to the loneliness of the sidewalk. I shall glance back at your window and wish I was upon your bed so warm and safe as you lay upon it. The moonlight is not ours tonight and our shadows will not cry out as others do during those powerful moments of love-making. Our shadows will not be soul-mates in these hours, but O how I yearn that they were. You will be in my dreams tonight and so I depart with a kiss and sorrowful tear.'