3 A.M.
He comes to me across the night,
his tender voice caressing my soul
with fingers light, gentle, and loving...
tracing... sealing the seams of our destiny.
His breath sneaks softly from between his lips,
bathing my heart with words sweet as rosewater,
lingering there like summer rain,
untainted, fresh, healing....
Passion unleashed within my breast
courses through my body, ravenous... yet satiating...
blanketing my needs, revealing my desires,
drawing back the petals of my spirit.
The warmth permeates my being,
leaving in its wake a freshness
draped about the walls of my soul...
like a deep, rich tapestry, finely woven with loving fingers.
My eyelids lower slowly,
an image dancing just... there,
misty and cool... inviting...
A smile plays across my lips as I float into a dream....
27 July 1997