POETRY

In My Dreams

You come

Photo by Isabel Garcíaon on Pixabay

Ethereal images, bodies aligned, not well defined
I feel us enmeshed with you pressed on my flesh
We’re wrapped, folded, intertwined, as pulses quicken in time
You’re bold, firm, our sweat dripping on my hips

Our fingers explore, supple hands want more
Rhythmic wanting, we move through…