Sweet Dreams

The lone sheet on y bed covers only part of my naked figure as I toss and turn,
Seeing your face everywhere I look.
A ghostly visage appearing out of nowhere-
Blinding me in the darkness,
And blocking my better judgment. My hands reach wildly into the night-
Searching desperately for a shred of you to hold on to,
Trying to pull you into my life.
The bubble of fire suspends me high over the ground
While flames torch the pit of my stomach until I am a few ashes blowing away in the wind Knowing you for such a short time,
I wonder why I dream about your touch as you take my hand and stroke my cheek;
You move your fingertips over my mouth until you are cradling my chin in your hand.
And for a moment, our tongues join us like the branches the two shrubs forming a barrier. Pulling gently, you urge me to follow,
Drawing me closer to the bed with each step.
You lay me on the firm mattress and I look into you dark eyes as you hover over me-
Grasping your arm, your flesh burns in my hand as the moment of true awakening
Becoming pure exhilaration to the mind and body.

by Lena Svetlana Adler

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