I dreamed last night
Of a curving mouth
Sinfully sweet
Posing thoughts and
Shaping the past
And present
With a tongue tongue that
Did not need to speak.
I smelled the scent
Of budding youth
Reclaimed and
Reshaped by tragedy
A divine and sharp
Preminition of truth
Of all that failed
But still might be
I saw two eyes
Two souls of their own
Mingling and warm
Like the breath
Of the rain
Or a lover's kiss
Or the moon
Pale bright and alone
And wrapped in sleep
In dream, in night
I felt you there
In my arms
In the dark and
Secret recesses
Of hopes and fears
And I was not alone
~Chenin Camille -04-
