Like A Dream Poem by Daleen Enslinstrydom

It is December month, holiday
rain filters softly all around us
as if scattered through a sieve
it permeates the ground and air.

The mood between us
is filled with expectations of contentment.
Your heart beats against my trembling hand
on your bare chest.

You do smell like cinnamon and musk
and your eyes that catches mine
is filled with the brightness
of a clear summer day.

Your open mouth reminds me
of a cracked pomegranate,
of autumn days
and your kisses are sweet.

The sun has turned your beautiful body
into a bronze statue
and I do think of you as a young stallion,
regardless of your age.

The fragrance of gardenia does fill the room
through the open window
and I become drunk
without even having a glass
of glistening red wine
while you do take me on the wings of angels
that I can almost hear singing in my ears.

Rain continues to fall softly
and the fragrance does fill the room,
I lie tenderly against your naked body
and do call your name like in a dream.