Gf: Yuliya: Yuliya's Dream (And More) Poem by Brian Johnston

Could it be that I'm the stallion
In the dream you shared with me?
I imagine your legs wrapped tight around me,
Your hand buried in my mane,
As we rush together
Through lush landscapes of your imagination,
Exploring the breadth and depth of every fantasy.

He appeared and disappeared, you said,
At your will, like the genie of Aladdin's Lamp,
For you alone to command, you in control.

Now that you've gone home
I find myself alone,
Needing you to find release
From the lamp that confines me -
My love for you.

How sweet to be your steed
And yet, poor horse,
I want much more than that.

I dream of you beneath me too,
The tender warmth of hands and thighs,
The mystery of sacred depths
Where spirit takes on flesh.
I dream that you are there
When I want you too.
I dream you are a canyon
I can pour myself into
(Giving you every emotion) ,
And that I can always count on
An echo of faithful proportion
(Though colored by the facets of your life) .
I dream of another magic too,
A magic that lies in choice,
And of wonders that might yet be born
If we choose each other.