I dreamt of you last night

By Yvonne Anderson

Sun, 08 May 2016

1 comments

Your eyes had not the flinty hue

they wore by day but were

the gleaming blue of bed instead.

I saw but the top of your head,

as always your mouth beneath

the crumpled whiteness of the sheet.

Your charms before me

in outstretched arms, I felt compelled

to take your wrists,

slid them up to pin you down,

your hands secured by my fists.

Watching your face the while,

its softened aspect seeming to smile,

I suspended my limbs above,

saw those blues go limpid with love.

I pressed with my body and on my best bone

felt your desire until it was grown.

How cruel those moments when in dream we awake

to truths untrue, our joys all fake.

Permalink Submitted by blackjack-davey on Sun, 2016-05-08 12:30

I get an echo of Rochester here even The Imperfect Enjoyment I wonder if that is intentional- great to see you writing so Much!