Poem A

Each night in my dreams I can feel you,
touching me, holding me,
filling me.
I awaken, throbbing and hungry,
feeling the sheets slide over my naked body
and reaching out for you in the dark.

I want to ease this ache you've caused.
I want to finish the journey
we started in my dreams.
But, my own hands aren't big enough,
my own skin too soft, too smooth
to compete with the feel of you.

I imagine the hard wall of your chest,
the strength of your arms and legs,
pressing against me, crushing me to you,
the feel of your mouth on mine.

Alone in my shower, I can feel your hands
sliding over my silky, shaven skin.
I can wish you there with me, to hold
me up as the hot, soapy water
sluices off between our bodies
as they strain towards one another.

But in the end, that
wetness is all my own.
All that heat, mine too.
The distance between us is
so great and yet I reach out
and touch you in my mind.

I only hope that when you wake
each morning, as you shower
and shave and dress...
that you too can feel my fingers,
my mouth and tongue
awakening you with a gentle caress.

And that each night as I slip
into bed, naked and alone
that again we can be together
in my dreams.