dreams - May 10, 2006

We sit in a room at the top of a tower
on a cold stone floor
panoramic views of a pre industrial eden
he is tall and lean in his red robes
his long silver hair frames a feminine face
achingly beautiful
surpassing sexuality
he has dragonfly wings
I am tired when he takes me in his arms
a long journey of discovery has taken me to this room
the only place I have yet to search
to fill an unspecified emptiness within
though young
the journey has tired me greatly
but youth has spared me
from becoming jaded
and I gratefully accept his kindness
and warmth
and strength
in a kiss
though brief
paints my lips with lingering sweetness
lingering brevity
time has lost me
two moments happening at once
he whispers close to my ear
as he stares into my eyes
the seed is in you
he whispers close to my ear
as he stares into my eyes
the seed is in you
he whispers close to my ear
as he stares into my eyes
the seed is in you
I close my eyes
to see more clearly
inside
and my heart begins to beat again