2017 TOGETHERNESS

Turn to me, my lovely
breath gently on my face
let my fingers comb your hair
as our bodies embrace

Your breath, warm upon my neck
our fingertips entwined
its a dream I often have
with reality far behind

And Oh! it feels so real
your skin cool next to mine
I have you to myself...
in togetherness that suspends time

Lost souls with nothing to lose
in a trance afraid of waking
bodies craving human touch
giving all and wanting nothing

Time moves on slowly by
precious are the seconds gone
your eyelids flutter as you sleep
as ideas in your head are born

Golden strands stream from above
through mistakes in the weavers cloth
the bodies shift, drift apart
and breaks the reverie of sloth

Will I sleep like this again
The moments pass on slowly by
Gone is the magic that was night
like a shadow left to fly

I am myself again
the memory of a distant dream
brings a smile to my lips
of what was or might have been