I wonder what is hidden
In your deepest thoughts,
When all is silent and the moon is silver,
In scorching dreams
The sweat prickles on your neck
Hot skin searing,
Thoughts blazing in the soft darkness.
What do you dream of?
I see the tantalizing glimpses,
A single word
Which slips and slithers
From your lips
With suggestive abandon
But innocent meaning.
You catch me off guard
Your eyes are alight
And for only a moment
I catch a glimpse…
Sheets tangling around long limbs
Loud music blaring in the night
Perhaps to mask the sounds
Of delicious pleasure
Enticing like a secret garden
To which only you have the key.
Just for a moment
I thought you let me in
To see over your walls
In the yawning gaps
between your words.