Dreams Ii Poem by THEODORE MOSLEY

The fireplace is dancing in her heart with each kiss of his chocolate words.

She smells the flames singing to her smile as she lays her head in his canvas of love.

Stripped of her arsenal of beauty she caresses the moon with her lips.

Pools of his aroma sends the fire to her hair as she cries for his seduction of rain.

Surveying the night with her moonstruck eyes she catches his equilibrium with her words.

Sifting through his touches of heavenly desires her hands paralyzes his kisses.

Quenched with unsurmountable tears of his body she erupts into molecules of desert oasis.

The temperature of her mind causes a whirlpool to develop in his eyes.

Saturated with his passion of love she separated the lava from his volcano of rhythm.

His lips played a song for her with each movement of her silhouette that drowned his breath for her.

Synchronizing her waters for his appetite of her consortium of moves she contoured to his rest.

Her nucleus of love and time shifted his oblation without his direction.

Her covers of reality lifted her up and her dream was contaminated with wastelands of nothing.


Written by Theodore Mosley
February 8,2022