Stolen Dreamer

It drifts gently down on the tips of your ears
Then feather floats inside:
The beckoning whisper.

Lightly gliding from just behind your earlobe
Down the length of your neck:
The silken fingertips.

Saying come run with me across the bridge
Between your land and mine
We’ll escape the waking hours
Behind a glistening web.

Sliding over the front of your shoulder
Inside your arm:
A hungry hand.

Slipping into the center of your opening palm
Between your fingers:
A tender blossom.

Saying come run with me across the bridge
Between your land and mine
We’ll hide away from the world
Behind a glistening web.

Not quite imperceptibly brushing the edge of your cheek
Hesitating then brushing back:
The downy eyelashes.

Placed petal perfect on your lips
Pleading for pleasure:
The velvet kisses.

Saying come run with me across the bridge
Between your land and mine
We’ll weave wild wonders
Behind the glistening web.

by Lee Ann Schaffer

Comments (3)

Wonderful poem Lee Ann.. simply beautiful HBH
Wow this is really amazing poem...I loved it
What a lovely warm poem, Lee Ann, Beautiful poem. Best Wishes Helgard