A Messy Dream Poem by Alicia Erickson

I woke up to his smile and a good morning blessing

Methinks he believed I would get up and run, but I am just guessing


I wanted not to be alone, so we talked ere dawn on the phone

But this action of such innocence took a turn not one could have known


His touch was one of daring, his kiss a simple gift given

Through all our secret nights a story so discreetly driven


What was once a gift, now an addiction plays a part:

In the nightly ritual of stealing what was not his, my heart


A truth so hopelessly blind and a beautiful love of a different kind

I find I am too afraid to leave his understanding behind


Such a grasp upon my mind I have had to wrestle with

Maybe this tragedy is one which should be but a myth……


But I love, oh how I love the stars and the moon

Mayhap the dawn will find us soon