The Covetous Dream

I often dream of you

When the air is cold

And the night is due

When all the stars have shied away

And my sense of reasoning in ruins lay

Dazed with academic help sleep, amidst the honey-scented breeze

I sculpt your figure, every exposed fissure

I often dream of you

As lovers would

Lips pressed, every inch undressed

Caressed by my naked hand

I dare lay rest my head, on your tender breast

Am I to quench this lust with the absence of your touch?

Seduce me as the sun falls

In darkness and harmony moan me a lullaby

Silence me as my lips quiver

The words that tie

After all…this is just a dream

E.K. Reyes-Fondeur

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