Encounters in the nighttime

It's years later,
I'm meeting you
still, in dreams,
where only there
will I make you
come. You're
so far away and
above me, years
and marriages and
money stand arm
in arm, blocking
my way.
You're suited,
always,in blue, oh!
how that makes you
so much more
desirable.
You're lucky, you havn't
aged a bit, and
I am still a nymph
you call 'Hotlips'
behind my back,
(I'd watch 'Mash'
repeating for a
taste of you).
I love night,
for it's endless
repetions of an
unlived life.