I dreamed of you,
Your eyes, your hair, your hands, your voice.
I remember you when we kissed..
In my dreams you were always faceless and now you are real.
In my dream we made love on a large mahogany bed draped in white shear curtains.
I remember making love to you on the stairs,
With the rocket strapped in place and your legs wide open..
Beautiful in your nakedness and sweat…
I watch your face as you climax..
Almost painful in your orgasm
I hold onto the stair rails as I push slowly into your truth into your
Openness
It was a dream, a possibility of a path…and after..
We spoke in hushed tones as lovers do and
I dreamed of you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
quite a hot dream this one.