A re-post from days when I had good dreams.

 

I woke excited this morning.

You know, excited down there;

I’d dreamt of us being together,

Aroused by the scent of your hair.

 

We walked hand-in-hand so slowly

Soaked to the bone by the rain

Its rivulets streamed down your forehead

We laughed and were twenty again.

 

The street turned into a bedroom

So seamless as happens in dreams

When Fantasy may become Normal

And Ordinary’s not what it seems.

 

We lay as this were our first time

My fingers around your own curled

The moment our lips touched together

We were alone in this world.

 

Our colours of skin betrayed contrast

Sometimes you’d smile or you’d cry

Naked apart from your signature

A butterfly print on your thigh.

 

I saw in your eyes your past sorrow

Caressing the curve of your breast

Which hung like apples above me

The butterfly woke from its rest.

 

All time condensed to an instant

Of pain that was strictured by skin

Which felt so cruel and ecstatic

Constricting the lust from within.

 

I woke excited this morning.

You know, excited down there;

I’d dreamt of us being together,

Aroused by the scent of your hair.