Love Of My Dreams Poem by Thabani Khumalo

Every time I fall asleep,
a picture of your strange face bursts into my sight.
I vividly see you under the lids of my eyes,
I see your image project into moving flesh.
The grip of your hand is as tight as your kissing lips are soft -
And upon each encounter of my magical sleep,
I continue from the last dream that your lips touched my mouth.

Every time we get together in my visionary space
and continue on our coded secret affair,
I know we get together for the utter bliss of getting together:
every minute is a special moment of slow motion.

We meet to linger in celebration of the persons that we are
and the unbelievably amazing valor of a woman
and her concealed way of secret love.
I think I know it by a hunch that
I am too the man of your sweetest dreams.

Every encounter is a cherished experience and is joyously devine.
I am too joyously devine indeed.
Even though I have only rising doubt about the Almighty God,
I have a dreadful canal mind I don't analytically understand:
the pleasurable urges of the body I do not logically know.