How will these words fall out?
To describe this dream
your hand drew mine
palm up palm down
tracing the edges of our match
puzzled at such a ready fit.
I rested on your shoulder
and could smell your skin
Was it only flashes of a dying mind
that resists the loss of life it craves?
How I wish it were prophecy
the true taste of your mouth
not just a trick of imagined memory.
This has flitted along the edges
of me all day
an unexpected visit
from a forgotten ache.
The laugh of G-d
cursing me to a shell of want
flooding my pulses with latent desire.
My prayers go unanswered
before dawn you broke through
took my surrender found my love
but I awoke too soon.

-By the Corbyhawk herself who is still stuck on the same long drawn out muse who doesn't have the fainest idea about any of this...sigh...why can't you ever get back into the same dream once you are awake and try to get back to it? I would have slept all day and night, for days, months, years...