August 26, 2019Poem

I dreamed

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I dreamed

In sweet regard

For the truth of things

Your head upon my shoulder

The fragrance of you

An intoxicating bouquet

A serene moment

Overwhelmed with desire

To share

In the wonder,

Of such sublime clarity

I awoke

To kiss the exposure

Of your neck

Where you lay

In my arms,

Gently draped

Smooth and cool

Softly yielding skin

Beneath my lips

Finely felt

Warm to the touch

A slow pulse

Keeping pace with mine

As in sleep, you laughed

A tumbling throaty giggle

Well remembered

Even now

In the ruthless

Truth of emergence,

From what was

In bitter reality

The finely crafted

Cruel lucidity

Of a dream within a dream,

Into a cheerless world

Where

In blind,

Wholly thankless truth

I am indeed alone

And you

Are more than sadly

Gone.